Full Lyrics
Lo, the bright crimson, the sky adorning,
Heralds a beautiful, smiling morning;
Echoes resounding o’er hill and valley,
Blithely away to the field we rally,
While softly the mists on the hilltop lying,
Bugles their tantarah sweetly singing
Tantarah, tantarah, ho, ho, ho!
On to the field we are flying,
Wildly the echoes replying,
On like the breeze we are bounding,
Silvery bugles resounding;
Tantarah, tantarah,
List to the winding horn;
Sweet the sound of bugle horn,
When borne afar on the breath of morn;
Yes, sweet the sound of bugle horn
When borne on the breath of morn.
O’er moat and stile we dash, we bound,
Unheeding all but the bugle’s sound.
On like the breeze we’re bounding,
Bugles so sweetly sounding,
Tantarah, tantarah, ho! ho! ho!
