Title:           Bring the good old bugle, boys, we'll sing another song Sing it with a spirit t
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First Edit:      Saturday 7th of June 2014 04:27:57 PM CDT
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Bring the good old bugle, boys, we'll sing another song
Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along
Sing it as we used to sing it, 50,000 strong
While we were marching through Cloudsdale.
 
Chorus
Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the sun to thee!
Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free!
So we sang the chorus from Manehattan to the sea
While we were marching through Cloudsdale.
 
Verse 2
How the zebras shouted when they heard the joyful sound
How the lions scattered when our commissary found
How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground
While we were marching through Cloudsdale.
 
Verse 3
Yes and there were Royal Guards who wept with joyful tears,
When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years;
Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers,
While we were marching through Cloudsdale.
 
Verse 4
"Celestia's flamboyant colts will never reach the coast!"
So the saucy flyers said and 'twas a handsome boast
Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon with the Host
While we were marching through Cloudsdale.
 
Verse 5
So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train,
Sixty miles in latitude, three hundred to the main;
Wingers fled before us, for resistance was in vain
While we were marching through Cloudsdale.