Lyrics
Bugles are calling from prairie to shore
Sign up and fall in, and march off to war
Blue grass and cotton, burnt and forgotten
All hope seems gone
So soldier march on to die
Bugles are calling from prairie to shore
Sign up and fall in, and march off to war
There in the distance a flag I can see
Scorched and in ribbons, but whose can it be?
How ends the story, whose is the glory
Ask if we dare, our comrades out there who sleep
