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| OUR bugles sound gayly. To horse and away! | |
| And over the mountains breaks the day; | |
| Then ho! brothers, ho! for the ride or the fight, | |
| There are deeds to be done ere we slumber to-night! | |
| And whether we fight or whether we fall | 5 |
| By sabre-stroke or rifle-ball, | |
| The hearts of the free will remember us yet, | |
| And our country, our country will never forget! | |
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| Then mount and away! let the coward delight | |
| To be lazy all day and safe all night; | 10 |
| Our joy is a charger, flecked with foam, | |
And the earth is our bed and the saddle our home!
And whether we fight, etc. | |
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| See yonder the ranks of the traitorous foe, | |
| And bright in the sunshine bayonets glow! | |
| Breathe a prayer, but no sigh; think for what you would fight; | 15 |
Then charge! with a will, boys, and God for the right!
And whether we fight, etc. | |
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| We have gathered again the red laurels of war; | |
| We have followed the traitors fast and far; | |
| But some who rose gayly this morn with the sun | |
| Lie bleeding and pale on the field they have won! | 20 |
| But whether we fight or whether we fall | |
| By sabre-stroke or rifle-ball, | |
| The hearts of the free will remember us yet, | |
| And our country, our country will never forget! | |
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