All through the valley the gooks were moving, Sergeant Flynn.

I could hear their AK’s cracking, Sergeant Flynn.

Oh I heard their AK’s cracking

And I heard their rounds a-smacking

But they knew not yet the spirit of Garry Owen.

Garry Owen, Garry Owen, Garry Owen.

In this valley of the Ia Drang all along

There are better days to be

For the Seventh Cavalry

When we charge again for dear old Garry Owen.