endors toi petite mine:
Oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh
Bugles are calling from prairie to shore,
" Sign up" and " Fall In" and march off to war.
Blue grass and cotton, burnt and forgotten
All hope seems gone so soldier march on to die.
Oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh Oooh oooh
Bugles are calling from prairie to shore,
" Sign up" and " Fall In" and march off to war.
Oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh
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.
Oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh Oooh oooh
