D'Artagnan's Ride

Fifty leagues, fifty leagues—and I ride, and I ride— Fifty leagues as the black crow flies. None of the three are by my side… The bay horse reels, and the bay horse dies— But I ride, and I ride To Callice. We were four, we were four—and I ride, and I ride— We were four, but Porthos lies God knows where by the highway side… The roan horse reels, and the roan horse dies— But I ride, and I ride To Callice. We were three, we were three—and I ride, and I ride— We were three, but Aramis lies Bludgeoned and bound and thrown aside… The dun horse reels, and the dun horse dies— But I ride, and I ride To Callice. We were two, we were two—and I ride, and I ride— We were two, but Athos lies With a lead-crushed rib and a steel-torn side… The black horse reels, and the black horse dies— But I ride, and I ride To Callice. All alone, all alone—and I ride, and I ride— All alone, and an ambush lies God knows where by the highway side… The gray horse reels, and the gray horse dies— But I ride, and I ride To Callice, Yes—I ride and I ride and I ride and I ride And I ride and I ride To Callice.