Bugles are calling From prairie to shore, Sign up and fall in And march off to war Drums beating loudly Hearts beating proudly March blue and grey And smile as you go. Smoke hides the valleys And fire paints the plains, Loud roar the cannons Till ruin remains; Blue grass and cotton Burnt and forgotten All hope seems gone So, soldier, march on To die. Count all the crosses And count all the tears, These are the losses And sad souvenirs; This devastation Once was a nation So fall the dice, How high is the price. There in the distance A flag I can’t see Scorched and in ribbons But whose can it be. How ends the story? Whose is the glory? Ask if we dare Our comrades out there Who sleep. Count all the crosses And count all the tears, These are the losses And sad souvenirs; This devastation Once was a nation So fall the dice, How high is the price, We pay.
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Bugles are calling
From prairie to shore,
Sign up and fall in
And march off to war
Drums beating loudly
Hearts beating proudly
March blue and grey
And smile as you go.
Smoke hides the valleys
And fire paints the plains,
Loud roar the cannons
Till ruin remains;
Blue grass and cotton
Burnt and forgotten
All hope seems gone
So, soldier, march on
To die.
Count all the crosses
And count all the tears,
These are the losses
And sad souvenirs;
This devastation
Once was a nation
So fall the dice,
How high is the price.
There in the distance
A flag I can’t see
Scorched and in ribbons
But whose can it be.
How ends the story?
Whose is the glory?
Ask if we dare
Our comrades out there
Who sleep.
Count all the crosses
And count all the tears,
These are the losses
And sad souvenirs;
This devastation
Once was a nation
So fall the dice,
How high is the price,
We pay.