Let the drums roll out. Let the trumpet call. While the people shout, Strike
up the band. Hear the cymbals ring. Calling one and all. To the martial
swing, Strike up the band. There is work to be done,to be done. There’s
a war to be won, to be won. Come you son of son of a gun. Take your
stand. Fall in line, yea bo. Come along, let’s go. Hey, leader. Strike
up the band.
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