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DE BUGLE ON DE HILL by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN KING

First Line: I DOAN LIKE DE NOISE OB DE MARCHIN' OB DE BOYS
Last Line: AT DE SOUND OB DE BUGLE ON DE HILL.
Subject(s): ARMY - AUSTRIA; ARMY - UNITED STATES;
I DOAN like de noise ob de marchin' ob de boys,
An' I 'low doan s'pose I evah will;
Er de trampin' ob de feet to de drum's wild beat,
Er de sound ob de bugle on de hill.
Hit 'minds me ob de day when Gabe marched away
En ole missus stood beside de cabin do';
Somepin' whispahed in my ear 'bout my little volunteer,
An' said he nevah will come back no mo'.

I 'membah now de day jes' how he marched away,
Wid de bright sun er climbin' up de sky,
Marched out en down de street to de drum's wild beat,
Den dey fotched him home to die.
Oh, de sad en moanful way, po' old missus kneeled ter pray,
When Gabe said: "Hit's gittin' mighty still."
But I rise en jine de boys when I hear de cannon's noise,
Er de blowin' ob de bugle on de hill.

Hit 'pears es if I seen de ole plantation green,
En sometimes I sho'ly think I hear
De regiment pars by, en 'low I hear de cry
En de moan ob my little volunteer.
En I see de moanful way po' ole missus kneel to pray,
En sometimes when all aroun' is still,
I kin hear de tread ob feet to de drum's wild beat
En de blowin' ob de bugle on de hill.

Dar's a spot mighty dear to dis ole darky here,
Whar de sunlight is peepin' froo de palms,
Wid his hands 'pon his breast, dar my soldier's gone to rest,
Jes' peacefully er sleepin' in de calms.
En de drum's wild beat er de tread ob marchin' feet
No mo' kain't disturb 'im now until
De Lord gibs command, den I know he'll rise en stand
At de sound ob de bugle on de hill.



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