Bugles

I do not mind the “taps” at all,

Or any other bugle call,

     That’s blown by night of day;

But one is painful quite to me

The one they call the “Reveille”,

     The one that goes this way;

“I can’t get ‘em up. I can’t get ‘em up,

      I can’t get ‘em up in the mornin’;

I can’t get ‘em up, I can’t get ‘em up,

      I can’t get ‘em up, I say!”

Blow bugles loud, blow bugles clear,

Blow bugles far and bugles near,

     With ne’er a note amiss;

Blow “mess” as often as you will

E’en blow “to arms” and blow your fill,

     But please don’t blow this:

“I can’t get ‘em up. I can’t get ‘em up,

      I can’t get ‘em up in the mornin’;

I can’t get ‘em up, I can’t get ‘em up,

      I can’t get ‘em up, I say!”

July 14, 1917