Borne each gallant lad, who'd for glory quit care
     To the Drum, to the D, to the D head with spirit repair
Each recruit here takes his glass
Each young Soldier quits his lass
When the Drum beats Tatoo, When ye D beats Tattoo,
     Retires the Night to pass

Each Night, gayly, lads, thus we merrily waste
     Till the Drum, till ye D, till ye D tells us it is past,
Picquets Arms at dawn now Shine
Each Drum ruffs it down the line
Hark the Drum beats Reveille, hark ye D bts. Reveille,
     Saluting the Day divine

But hark yonder shot, see that standard alarm
     Now the Drum, now ye D, now ye D beats loud to Arms
Killed and wounded how they be
Helter Skeltor see them fly
Then the Drum beats retreat, then the D beats retreat,
     And we fire the Foi de Joye

From the Journal and Orderly Book of Lieutenant Anthony ALLAIRE, Loyal American Regiment.

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