When the mess call is blown you know that the bluejackets are saying to themselves as the notes blare out:
Soupy, soupy, soup, without a single bean;
Porky porky, pork, without a streak of lean.
When assembly sounds you join with the rest in the warning:
You'd better be here at the next roll call.
When the swimming call comes you say to yourself:
Bought a chicken for fifty cents;
The son of a gun jumped over the fence!
When the call for pay day is made you know how the men feel as they say:
Pay day; pay day; come and get your pay.
And when tattoo is over and then comes taps you feel drowsy as the sweet notes, one of the very few in army or navy calls that are sweet, sing to you:
Go to sleep; go to sleep; go to sleep.