As I have said, cadets wore old shoes to reveille, and the accompanying verses express the kindly feelings they have for them:
MY OLD REVEILLES.
You may talk of your gaiters as much as you please,
Their beauty, their elegance, comfort and ease;
But of all the shoes that e’er shoemaker made,
Not a word that is better of them can be said
Than Cadets will say and they’ll not say it to please,
But for pure, honest love of their old Reveilles.
Long ages ago, they have seen their best day;
Tho’ rusty and holey, I’ll not throw them away,