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! hark! hark! 'tis the sound of the bugle!
 * List! list! list! 'tis the beat of the drum,

As with hearts light and gay as the wild birds in May,
 * The Volunteer Riflemen come!

John Bull, he looks glum, for wild rumours are come,
 * Which engender suspicion and doubt;

John prepares for the storm, and bids Riflemen form,
 * And all true sons of his to turn out.
 * And all true sons of his to turn out;

And he hums to himself, as he jingles his pelf,
 * "Invasion, the thought I can't bear it;

But if they come here, there's one thing quite clear:
 * They must win it before they can wear it."

For Johnny's as bold and as true as of old,
 * There's Paddy with weapon so handy;

Brave Taffy will fight, either morn, noon or night,
 * And I always can reckon on Sandy.