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There's a stir in the tents in the valley;
"For there's no more sleep with the sun's first peep,
"For I'm sounding the old reveille."

Trumpeter, what are you sounding now?
Is it the call I'm seeking?
"Can't mistake the call," said the
trumpeter tall,
As my trumpet goes aspeaking.
"I'm urging 'em on; they're scamper-
ing on,
"There's a rattle of hoofs like thun-
der;
"There's a madd'ning shout as the
sabers flash out,
"For I'm sounding the charge, no
wonder."

Trumpeter, what are you sounding now?
Is it the call I'm seeking?
"Lucky for you if you can hear it at all,
For my trumpet's but faintly speak-
ing,
I'm calling them home, come home, come
home.
Tread light o'er the dead in the
valley,
Who are lying around, face down to