There's a rusty stirrup
A rotting bandolier
An old Martini-Henry
From history's frontier

In the state museum
Those pictures on the wall
Look as if they're living
They never died at all

They ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Like those men of yesterday
And they ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride in the name of Grey

That phantom band of horsemen
Riding in the sky
Sentries of the spirit
They never will let die

Their long and lonely vigil
Hasn't been in vain
The spirit has awakened
The horsemen ride again

They ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Like those men of yesterday
And they ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride in the name of Grey

There's a shining stirrup
A loaded magazine
An automatic rifle
A suit of jungle green

There's a band of horsemen
Riding on patrol
Fighting from the saddle
Like in days of old

They ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Like those men of yesterday
And they ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride in the name of Grey

They ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Like those men of yesterday.
And they ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride in the name of Grey