When the Bugle Sounds
When the bugle sounds, the bugle sounds,
When the bugle sounds,
You go.
Old man coming to make the rounds;
When the bugle sounds,
You go.
The boys all line up one by one
The green suit man hands them each a gun.
Just another hapless son,
But when the bugle sounds,
You go.
Appealing to a deeper love,
Patriotism and God above.
Kill another weeping dove,
But when the bugle sounds,
You go.
When the bugle sounds, the bugle sounds,
When the bugle sounds,
You go.
Old man coming to make the rounds,
'Cause when the bugle sounds,
You go.
When the bugle sounds, the bugle sounds,
When the bugle sounds,
You go.
Old man puts you in the ground,
Never giving a single sound
And piling unholy dirt in a precious mound,
All to see vain glory crowned!
But when the bugle sounds, the bugle sounds,
(Never you slow!)
Yes, when the bugle sounds,
You go.
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