Trumpets of the Lancer Corps
Sound a loud reveille;
Sound it over Sydney shore,
Send the message far and wide
Down the Richmond River side.
Boot and Saddle, mount and ride,
Sound a loud reveille.
Whither go ye, Lancers gay,
With your bold reveille?
O’er the ocean far away
From your sunny southern home,
Over leagues of trackless foam
In a foreign land to roam,
With your bold reveille.
When we hear our brethren call,
Sound a clear reveille.
Then we answer, one and all,
Answer that the world may see,
Of the English stock are we,
At their side we still will be,
Sound a bold reveille.
English troops are buried deep.
Sound a soft reveille.
In this foreign land asleep,
Underneath Majuba Hill,
Lying sleeping very still,
Nevermore those squadrons will
Answer to reveille.
Onward without fear or doubt,
Sound a bold reveille.
‘Till that shame is blotted out.
While our Empire’s bounds are wide,
Britons all stand side by side,
Boot and saddle, mount and ride.
Hear the bold reveille.
(Andrew Barton Paterson)
More Poetry from Andrew Barton Paterson:
Andrew Barton Paterson Poems based on Topics: Home, World, Doubt & Skepticism, English- Saltbush Bill's Gamecock (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
- A Walgett Episode (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
- Rio Grande's Last Race (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
- By the Grey Gulf-water (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
- Saltbush Bill on the Patriarchs (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
- That V.C. (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: World Poems, Home Poems, Doubt & Skepticism Poems, English PoemsBased on Keywords: squadrons, nevermore, blotted, corps, britons, reveillé, richmond, trackless, lancers, lancer, majuba