Dedicated to Harry Sanderson. Originally sung by Frank Lewis.
There is not a man in the whole Minstrel Band,
Who would ever go back on a friend;
Tho’ dark be his face, yet the black can’t efface
The kind deeds which through life him attend.
I hear the trumpet sounding, sounding,
In notes loud and clear through the land—
I list to its voice, and it bids me rejoice;
Then hurrah for the Minstrel Band!
Then hurrah! then hurrah!