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Trumpets of the Lancer Corps, / Sound a loud reveille; / Sound it over Sydney shore, / Send the message far and wide / Down the Richmond River side -- / Boot and saddle, mount and ride, / Sound a loud reveille.
Whither go ye, Lancers gay, / With your bold reveille? / O'er the ocean far away / From your sunny southern home, / Over leagues of trackless foam, / In a foreign land to roam / With your bold reveille.
When we hear our brethren call, / Sound a clear reveille. / Then we answer, one and all, / Answer that the world may see, / "Of the English stock are we, / At their side we still will be" -- / That's our bold reveille.