Dear comrades, my comrades, My heart is always true; An' ever an' ever I shall remember you. We all joined together, Together joined we four; An' I have been first to Pass t'rough the open door. We four drilled together, Together drilled we all; An' I've been the first to Flee from the life o' gall. We parted, dear comrades, We parted all in tears, An' each went his own way To shoulder life's sad cares. O comrades, my comrades, What is de lasting gain, But all t'rough de tempest A heart of unmixed pain? My comrades, loved comrades, I hear your bitter cry; But life's pain will end, boys, Will end yet—by an' by. This poem is in the public domain. |
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