REVEILLE
I can't get 'em up, I can't get 'em up, I can't get 'em up in the morning.
I can't get 'em up, I can't get 'em up, I can't get 'em up at all.
The corp'ral's worse than privates; The sergeant's worse than corp'rals;
Lieutenant's worse than sergeants; An' the captain's worst of all
SICK CALL
Come and get your quinine, and come and get your pills;
Ohl Come and get your quinine,
And cure, and cure, all your ills, and cure your ills.
MESS CALL
Soupy, soupy, soupy, without a single bean;
Porky, porky, porky, without a streak of lean;
Coffee, coffee, coffee, without any cream.
STABLE CALL
Come off to the stable, all you who are able,
And give your horses some oats and some corn;
For if you don't do it, your colonel will know it,
And then you will rue it, as sure as you're born.
FATIGUE CALL
With a pick and with a shovel, and with a hoe;
With a sentry at your back you won't say no;
With a pick and with a shovel, and with a hoe,
Down in the ditch you go!
TAPS
Fading light
Dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky,
Gleaming bright,
From a-far,
Drawing nigh,
Falls the night.
Dear one, rest!
In the west
Sable night
Lulls the day on her breast.
Sweet, good night!
Now away
To thy rest.
Love, sweet dreams
Lo, the beams
Of the light
Fairy moon kiss the streams.
Love, good night
Ah, so soon!
Peaceful dreams!
I can't get 'em up, I can't get 'em up, I can't get 'em up in the morning.
I can't get 'em up, I can't get 'em up, I can't get 'em up at all.
The corp'ral's worse than privates; The sergeant's worse than corp'rals;
Lieutenant's worse than sergeants; An' the captain's worst of all
SICK CALL
Come and get your quinine, and come and get your pills;
Ohl Come and get your quinine,
And cure, and cure, all your ills, and cure your ills.
MESS CALL
Soupy, soupy, soupy, without a single bean;
Porky, porky, porky, without a streak of lean;
Coffee, coffee, coffee, without any cream.
STABLE CALL
Come off to the stable, all you who are able,
And give your horses some oats and some corn;
For if you don't do it, your colonel will know it,
And then you will rue it, as sure as you're born.
FATIGUE CALL
With a pick and with a shovel, and with a hoe;
With a sentry at your back you won't say no;
With a pick and with a shovel, and with a hoe,
Down in the ditch you go!
TAPS
Fading light
Dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky,
Gleaming bright,
From a-far,
Drawing nigh,
Falls the night.
Dear one, rest!
In the west
Sable night
Lulls the day on her breast.
Sweet, good night!
Now away
To thy rest.
Love, sweet dreams
Lo, the beams
Of the light
Fairy moon kiss the streams.
Love, good night
Ah, so soon!
Peaceful dreams!
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