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幾天前我巧遇一個當兵的朋友。
他在軍營住了幾星期看上去很帥：
臉頰紅潤，肌肉發達，
我問他軍隊生活怎樣，這是他的回答：
(合唱)
唉，我多恨在早晨起床，
唉，我多想在床上再躺一躺；
最令人討厭的是聽見號聲：
「你得起來，你得起來，今天早晨你得起床!」
總有一天我將殺了那個號手，
總有一天人們會發現他的屍首；
我要把他的起床號砸碎再重重踩上一腳，
這輩子就能在床上高枕無憂。
陸軍的號手真是得天獨厚，
他五點鐘喚醒大兵自己卻又爬回床頭，
直到下午他才再吹一次喇叭，
假如一切順利我很快也要當個號手。
啊！朋友，一旦戰爭結束，
啊！朋友，一旦敵人滅亡；
我將立刻脫下軍裝去費城，
一輩子舒舒服服躺在床上。
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The other day I
chanced to meet a soldier
friend of mine.
He'd been in camp for sev'ral weeks and he
was looking fine;
His muscles had developed and his cheeks
were rosy red
I asked him how he liked the life and this is
what he said:
CHORUS:
Oh! How I hate to get up in the morning,
Oh! how I'd love to remain in bed:
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the
bugler call;
"You've got to get up, you've got to get up,
you've got to get up this morning!"
Someday I'm going to murder the bugler,
Someday they're going to find him dead;
I'll amputate his reveille, and step upon it
heavily,
And spend the rest of my life in bed.
A bugler in the army is the luckiest of men,
He wakes the boys at five and then goes back
to bed again;
He doesn't have to blow again until the
afternoon,
If ev'rything goes well with me I'll be a bugler
soon.
Oh! boy the minute the battle is over,
Oh! boy the minute the foe is dead;
I'll put my uniform away, and move to
Philadelphia,
And spend the rest of my life in bed. |