Hussars (singular Hussar, /həˈzɑːr/ hə-ZAR, /hʊˈzɑːr/) refers to a number of types of light cavalry used during the 18th and 19th centuries.
Historically, the term derives from the cavalry of late medieval Hungary, under Matthias Corvinus. The title and distinctive dress of these horsemen were subsequently widely adopted by light cavalry regiments in European and European colonial armies in the late 17th and 18th centuries. A number of armored or ceremonial mounted units in modern armies retain the designation of hussars.
The first written mention of the word "Hussarones" (in Latin, plural; in Hungarian: Huszár) has been found in documents dating from 1432 in Southern Hungary (at the time the Ottoman military frontiers of the Hungarian Kingdom). A type of irregular light horsemen was already well-established by the 15th century in medieval Hungary. Etymologists are divided over the derivation of the word 'hussar'.
King Matthias Corvinus established Hussar units from peasants. 20 (in Hungarian husz) peasant households shall equip one Hussar. Hussars already existed before, because there are written documents that mentions a Hussar Captain from 1403. In a letter written by King Matthias Corvinus from 1481 his Black Army of Hungary's light cavalry is called Hussars (Hussarones) („equites levis armaturae, quos hussarones appellamus” in english: „light equipped cavalrymen, whom are called Hussars”). Etymologist found out that the word Hussar originated in Hungarian, and not in Serb.
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And cut me some slack
And I'll spin you in wool,
And pull it over your eyes,
Because I'm charming.
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And give me light,
Cos the flame has expired,
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And went up in smoke.
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Once more.
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And cut me in two,
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Like you?