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Bugles are calling from prairie to shore "Sign up" and "Fall In" and march off to war Blue gra** 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