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Fiddlers Green
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Fiddlers Green
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Fiddler's Green is the afterlife imagined by sailors and later adopted by U.S. cavalry and artillery,
where there is perpetual mirth, a fiddle that never stops playing, and dancers who never tire.

      The origin and author of Fiddlers' Green is unkown. It was believed to have originated in the
1800's and was composed as a song sung by the soldiers of the 6th and 7th Cavalry.
      The story of Fiddler's Green was published anonymously in a 1923 U.S. Cavalry Manual, and
is still used by modern cavalry and artillery units to memorialize the deceased. The name has
had other military uses. Fiddler’s Green was an artillery Fire Support Base in Military Region III in
Vietnam in 1972 occupied principally by elements of 2nd Squadron, 11th Armored Cavalry, and
also was the name of the U.S. Navy's enlisted mens club in Sasebo, Japan from 1952 to 1976.
The informal bar at the Fort Sill Officers' Open Mess is Fiddler's Green and it is the name of the
stable and pasture used by Parsons Mounted Cavalry, a cadet group at Texas A&M University in
College Station, Texas, and that of the bar at the Leaders Club in Fort Knox, Kentucky.
Halfway down the trail to Hell,
In a shady meadow green,
Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped
Near a good old-time canteen,
And this eternal resting place
Is known as Fiddlers' Green.

Marching past, straight through to Hell,
The Infantry are seen,
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marine,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.

Though some go curving down the trail
To seek a warmer scene,
No trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he's emptied his canteen,
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddlers' Green.

And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen.
Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddlers' Green.