While The Billy BoilsSearchTrumpets of the Lancer Corps, Sound a loud reveille;Sound it over Sydney shore,Send the message far and wideDown the Richmond River side—Boot and saddle, mount and ride, Sound a loud reveille.
Whither go ye, Lancers gay, With your bold reveille?O’er the ocean far awayFrom your sunny southern home,Over leagues of trackless foam,In a foreign land to roam With your bold reveille.
When we hear our brethren call, Sound a clear reveille.Then we answer, one and all,Answer that the world may see,“Of the English stock are we,At their side we still will be”— That’s our bold reveille.