congregation into the school.

where the scholar is studying.

He's plowing his field, but gathering his grain.

So fierce you were and pound your drums So shrill your bugers blow

Our beds prepared for sleep as at night in the houses.

Would they continue?

Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge?

You're a little quicker.

Hey, you drums, you bugles, why love love?

with thorns, love your guests blow.

Stop for no expostulation.

Mind not the timid.

Mind not the weep or prayer.

Mind not the old man beseeching the young man.

where they lie awaiting the hearses.

So strong you hum, you terrible drums,

So loud your bugles blow.

Beat, beat drums.

Beat!

Beat!

Drums!

Club!

You girls!

love.