The Bugle-Call Poem by Cicely Fox Smith

'Beware! Beware!'
The shrilling bugles blare.
'Lest you waken unaware
The lion form his lair,
Beware, beware, beware,
When the British bugles blare.'

'O come! O come!
Sons of Britain to the drum.
There's glory wait for some
Ere the battle's din is dumb.
O come, O come, O come
To the bugle and the drum!'

'Come one, come all!'
The thrilling bugles call,
'Some may triumph, many fall,
But all are in my thrall;
Come one, come each, come all,
When you hear the bugle call!'