Reveille! de reveille soun’,
    Depôt p’liceman mus’ wake up;
Some mus’ dress fe go to town
    Some to Parade fe shake-up.

You lazy ones can lay down still,
    We have no time fe dat;
De wake-up comin roun’, an’ you’ll
    Jump as you feel de cat.

For soon de half pas’ dress will blow
    Fe we to go a-drillin’;
De time is bery short, an’ so
    We mus’ be quick an’ willin’.

A marnin’ bade is sweet fe true,
    But we mus’ quick fe done;
It col’ dough, so it’s only few
    Can stan’ it how it bu’n.

’Tis quarter warnin’ soun’in’ now,
    Our arms mus’ clean an soun’;
We will ketch ’port ef we allow
    A speck fe lodge aroun’.

Tip blow yet? good Lard! hear “fall in,”
    Must double ’pon de grass;
I didn’t know de las’ call be’n
    Deh blow on us so fas’.

From Songs of Jamaica (Aston W. Gardner & Co., 1912) by Claude McKay. This poem is in the public domain.