Prince Eugene, the noble errant,
Begged his lord to go to war
And take the fortress of Belgrade.
With his men, he built a bridge
So horse and man, could cross the ridge
And take the town, for God and King.
When the bridge, at last, was finished
Horse and carts with cannons loaded
Freely passed the Danube’s tide.
They set up camp, erecting works
Intent to fight, and chase the Turks
To win the field and break their pride!
On the twenty first of August
Came a spy, through wind and rain
And told the Prince of what he saw:
“All the Turks are out a-hunting
We could quickly send them running!
With a show of shock and awe!”
When the Prince had heard the message,
He called a council of his Captains,
And his loyal Field-Marshals.
He then instructed them to strike
The unsuspecting Turks that night
For they would flee and then disperse!
And to the army he commanded:
When the clock strikes twelve o'clock
Within the middle of the night:
Every man should mount his stallion
And in order, form battalions!
To advance and show our might!
The time has come, prepare for battle!
Every man to horse and saddle,
Brandish now your sword and lance!
The musketeers, just like the knights
Did show their courage – what a sight!
It really was a splendid dance!
The commanders of the fortress
They decided to join the dance
With all their cannons big and small!
From the largest to the smallest
From the shortest to the tallest
Gave a roar – and shocked them all!
Prince Eugene, went on before them!
Like a lion, brave and fierce
He lead his men in the attack!
Prince Ludwig rode up and down
And urged them on: “Make safe the town,
Assail the foe and drive them back!”
Prince Ludwig, was soon departed!
He gave his youthful life and spirit
For the cause that he held dear!
Prince Eugene was much a-grieved
To hear his friend had taken leave
And for his loss, shed solemn tears.