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OR, THE UPIDEE SONG. Words by A. G. Knight. Music by Arm and.
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.
He saw, as in their bunks they lay,
Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, How soldiers spent the dawning day,
"There's too much comfort there," said he,
" And so I'll blow the < Reveille.' "
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."