Again We hear the war drums Booming through the countryside, Pick a dozen enemies As We wish to fight them all; Not to be shy, Join the battle And began the slaughter.
Peace slinks away As Rage stalks the land, No word of kindness left To highlight humanity. Bless the Demogogue, Who can pick out the Enemy; Starting the murder.
The cannon are a roaring,
The battle has begun,
I must stand and fight
to protect hill 101,
and though I'm afraid
and I don't want to die,
The sound of the beating drum
makes me stand my ground with pride.
.....................................
(Chorus with drum roll and lead voice
repeated after each stanza)
.....................................
Drummer boy, play your drum,
Play it loud, play it clear, through the night,
Play it hard, play it strong,
Play it all through the long lonely fight.
II
My comrades all are falling,
A thousand men have died,
Bombs bursting all around me
make me want to run and hide,
And though I'm afraid
and I don't want to die,
The sound of the beating drum
makes me stand my ground with pride.
III
My best friend Bill lies dying,
His screams rend the air,
He's calling to his mother
as the tears fill my eyes,
And though I'm afraid
and I don't want to die,
The sound of the beating drum
makes me stand my ground with pride.
IV
The battle keeps a raging,
By a bullet I am struck,
I feel myself a slipping
into the eternal night,
And though I'm afraid
and I don't want to die,
The sound of the beating drum
makes me stand my ground with pride.
V
For me the guns are silent,
My soul is safe from harm,
And I'll live forever
but I'll never forget,
That though I was afraid
and I didn't want to die,
The sound of the beating drum
made me stand my ground with pride.
...............................
Repeat Chorus and drum roll
Drum Roll from Crescendo to minuendo
Close with sound of trumpet
......................................
The heroic story of how a small group of people, few of them TB experts, found the cure for the greatest killer in human history. But the battle needed to be extended to all sufferers. Why have we failed to take the miracle to the developing world?
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I
The cannon are a roaring,
The battle has begun,
I must stand and fight
to protect hill 101,
and though I'm afraid
and I don't want to die,
The sound of the beating drum
makes me stand my ground with pride.
.....................................
(Chorus with drum roll and lead voice
repeated after each stanza)
.....................................
Drummer boy, play your drum,
Play it loud, play it clear, through the night,
Play it hard, play it strong,
Play it all through the long lonely fight.
II
My comrades all are falling,
A thousand men have died,
Bombs bursting all around me
make me want to run and hide,
And though I'm afraid
and I don't want to die,
The sound of the beating drum
makes me stand my ground with pride.
III
My best friend Bill lies dying,
His screams rend the air,
He's calling to his mother
as the tears fill my eyes,
And though I'm afraid
and I don't want to die,
The sound of the beating drum
makes me stand my ground with pride.
IV
The battle keeps a raging,
By a bullet I am struck,
I feel myself a slipping
into the eternal night,
And though I'm afraid
and I don't want to die,
The sound of the beating drum
makes me stand my ground with pride.
V
For me the guns are silent,
My soul is safe from harm,
And I'll live forever
but I'll never forget,
That though I was afraid
and I didn't want to die,
The sound of the beating drum
made me stand my ground with pride.
...............................
Repeat Chorus and drum roll
Drum Roll from Crescendo to minuendo
Close with sound of trumpet
......................................