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Under the walls of Monterey / At daybreak the bugles began to play, / Victor Galbraith! / In the mist of the morning damp and gray, / These were the words they seemed to say: / "Come forth to thy death, / Victor Galbraith!"
Forth he came, with a martial tread; / Firm was his step, erect his head; / Victor Galbraith, / He who so well the bugle played, / Could not mistake the words it said: / "Come forth to thy death, / Victor Galbraith!"