THAT BUGLER;

OR, THE UPIDEE SONG.

Words by A. G. Knight. Music by Armand.

[The music of this song can be procured of the Oliver Ditson Co., Boston, Mass., owners of the copyright.]

The shades of night were falling fast,
Tra-la-la, tra-la-la,
The bugler blows that well-known blast
Tra-la-la, tra-la-la,
No matter should it rain or snow,
That bugler he is bound to blow.
Chorus—Up—i—de—i—de—i—di,
U—pi—de, u—pi—de,
U—pi—de—i—de—i—di,
Up—i—de—i—di,
U—pi—de—i—de—i—di,
U—pi—de—u—pi—di,
U—pi—de—i—de—i—di.
He saw, as in their bunks they lay,
Tra-la-la, tra-la-la,
How soldiers spent the dawning day,
Tra-la-la, tra-la-la,
“There’s too much comfort there,” said he,
“And so I’ll blow the ‘Reveille.’”
Chorus.
In nice log huts he saw the light,
Of cabin fires, warm and bright,
The sight afforded him no heat,
And so he sounded the “Retreat.”

Upon the fire he saw a pot,
Of sav’ry viands smoking hot,
Said he, “they shan’t enjoy that stew,”
Then “Boots and saddles” loudly blew.

“No matter should it rain or snow,
That bugler he is bound to blow.”

They scarce their half cooked meal begin,
Ere orderly cries out “Fall in,”
Then off they march thro’ mud and rain,
P’raps only to march back again.

But soldiers, you were made to fight,
To starve all day, and watch all night,
And should you chance get bread and meat,
That bugler will not let you eat.
Oh hasten then, that glorious day,
When buglers shall no longer play,
When we through peace shall be set free,
From “Tattoo,” “Taps,” and “Reveille.”