Four black horses arrive at the farm yard, as the last bullet leaves the gun .
Four black horses stand with heads bowed, wait till the echoes subside.
Four black horses turn, as they’re mounted. Now their heads Held High With Pride
Four mounted Policemen take hold of the reins,
Spur their Mounts holding Lances high,
Four black horses, Red Serge in the saddles, disappear in the Alberta sky ….
Written by Burnaby Fire Chief touched by the deaths of Four Mounties .March 3,2005