SCULLY WESTERN WEAR

Old Tom Horn with a rifle by his side through

the hills of Wyoming he would ride

There ain´t no tellin´how many cattle thieves he killed

But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hill

Old Tom Horn with a rifle by his side through

the hills of Wyoming he would ride

There ain´t no tellin´how many cattle thieves he killed

But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hill

Old Tom Horn with a rifle by his side through

the hills of Wyoming he would ride

There ain´t no tellin´how many cattle thieves he killed

But it was God help the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hill

We are the pride of the army,

And a regiment of great renown,

Our name’s on the pages of history,

From sixty six on down.

If you think we stop or falter,

While into the fray we’re goin’

Just watch the step with our heads erect

When our band plays "Garryowen."