REVEILLE SONG
The soldier slept in his guarded tent,
The night was nearly done,
The twinkling stars in the firmament
Were fading one by one;
He dreamed of home and his waiting wife
And heaved a long drawn breath,
Of the battlefield and its sick'ning strife
And agonies of death.—
The night was nearly done,
The twinkling stars in the firmament
Were fading one by one;
He dreamed of home and his waiting wife
And heaved a long drawn breath,
Of the battlefield and its sick'ning strife
And agonies of death.—
Awake! awake! 'tis the warning drum,
Fall into line, for the foemen come.
Awake! awake! 'tis the warning drum;
Fall into line, for the foemen come.
Fall into line, for the foemen come.
Awake! awake! 'tis the warning drum;
Fall into line, for the foemen come.
The soldier wakes with a sudden start
And reaches for his gun,
'Midst crashing shell and shrieking shot
He fights till day is done.
At set of sun, on the slippery banks,
Pierced by a score of balls,
The foremost man in the foremost ranks,
The brave young soldier falls.
And reaches for his gun,
'Midst crashing shell and shrieking shot
He fights till day is done.
At set of sun, on the slippery banks,
Pierced by a score of balls,
The foremost man in the foremost ranks,
The brave young soldier falls.
Charge on! charge on! is the stirring cry,
The day is won, for the foemen fly.
Charge on! charge on! is the stirring cry;
The day is won, for the foemen fly.
The day is won, for the foemen fly.
Charge on! charge on! is the stirring cry;
The day is won, for the foemen fly.
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