The bugles of England were blowing o’er the sea, br As they had called a thousand years, calling now to me; br They woke me from dreaming in the dawning of the day, br The bugles of England – and how could I stay? br br The banners of England, unfurled across the sea, br Floating out upon the wind, were beckoning to me; br Storm-rent and battle-torn, smoke stained and grey, br The banners of England – and how cold I stay? br br O England, I heard the cry of those that died for thee, br Sounding like an organ-voice across the winter sea; br They lived and died for England, and gladly went their way- br England, O England – how could br I br stay?br br James Drummond Burnsbr br