作曲 : George Frideric Hande
The Trumpet's loud clangor
Excites us to arms,
The Trumpet's loud clangor
Excites us to arms,
With shrill notes of anger,
And mortal alarms.
With shrill notes of anger,
And mortal alarms.
The double double double beat
Of the thund'ring Drum
Cries: Hark! Hark!
Cries: Hark! The foes come;
Charge, charge, 't is too late to retreat.
Hark! The foes come;
't is too late to retreat.
The double double double beat
Of the thund'ring Drum
Cries: Hark! the foes come;
Charge, charge, 't is too late to retreat.
The Trumpet's loud clangor
Excites us to arms,
The Trumpet's loud clangor
Excites us to arms,
With shrill notes of anger,
And mortal alarms.
With shrill notes of anger,
And mortal alarms.
The double double double beat
Of the thund'ring Drum
Cries: Hark! Hark!
Hark! the foes come;
Charge, charge, 't is too late to retreat.
Hark! Hark! Hark!
Hark! the foes come;
Charge, charge, 't is too late to retreat.
Hark! the foes come;
Charge, charge, 't is too late to retreat.