Call to Arms
The enemy approached the camp and pillaged homes and farms
The captain nodded. It was time to call the troops to arms
In tents, in barracks, field and camp, the soldiers strained to listen
They strained to hear the captain’s call while swords and sabers glistened
Polished every day for months, gleaming in the sun
Weapons at the ready stood, from lance to spear to gun
At last the captain shouted for the trumpeter to blow
The call to prayer, to arms, to fight! resounded deep and low
The call to leave the tents behind, the trumpet, low and deep
To prayer!
The men removed their boots and promptly fell asleep.
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