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THE SOLDIER'S DISMISSAL.
It seems it is a joyful sound,
That flows the noisy camp around,
Like dead bones summons from the tomb,
The trump that calls the soldier home.
That flows the noisy camp around,
Like dead bones summons from the tomb,
The trump that calls the soldier home.
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I hear my mother's lovely voice,
The message makes my heart rejoice,
Methinks I hear my father say,
Arise my son and come away.
The message makes my heart rejoice,
Methinks I hear my father say,
Arise my son and come away.
Then listen to the general call,
A pleasing sound for one and all,
Its sound forever seems to roam,
The trumpet calls the soldier home.
A pleasing sound for one and all,
Its sound forever seems to roam,
The trumpet calls the soldier home.
Sons of Columbia learn the song,
The symphony of every tongue,
Resuscitate the soldier's heart,
And bid him from the camp depart.
The symphony of every tongue,
Resuscitate the soldier's heart,
And bid him from the camp depart.
Return, rejoicing as you go,
And bid adieu, to every foe,
Fields, gardens, orchards all in bloom,
Welcome the weary soldier home.
And bid adieu, to every foe,
Fields, gardens, orchards all in bloom,
Welcome the weary soldier home.
The purling brook methinks I hear,
Salute the approaching soldier's ear,
The pink, the lily and the rose,
Each to my view their charms disclose
Salute the approaching soldier's ear,
The pink, the lily and the rose,
Each to my view their charms disclose
And let us hence forbear to fight,
Ye soldiers wheel from left to right,
Accord in sound from every drum,
The trump that calls the soldier home.
Ye soldiers wheel from left to right,
Accord in sound from every drum,
The trump that calls the soldier home.
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