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I'll hear the Trumpet Sound.

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The following poem is scored for music in the source text.

[1]

You may bury me in the East,
You may bury me in the West;
But I'll hear the trumpet sound
In that morning.
In that morning, my Lord,
How I long to go,
For to hear the trumpet sound,
In that morning.

2

Father Gabriel in that day,
He'll take wings and fly away,
For to hear the trumpet sound
In that morning.
You may bury him in the East,
You may bury him in the West;
But he'll hear the trumpet sound,
In that morning.

CHO.—

In that morning, &c.

3

Good old christians in that day,
They'll take wings and fly away, &c.

4

Good old preachers, &c.

5

In that dreadful Judgment day
I'll take wings and fly away, &c.