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SONGS OF COMRADES.
Will, comrade and friend,
We parted in hurry of battle ;
All I heard
Was your sonorous " Up, my men ! "
Soon conquering paeans
Shall cover the cannonade's rattle ;
Then, home bells,
Will you think of me sometimes, then ?
How that rascal enjoys his snooze ! Would he wake to the touch of powder ?
A reveille of broken bones, or a prick of a sword might do.
" Hai, man ! the general wants you ; " if I could but for once call louder :
There is something infectious here, for my eyelids are dropping too.
Will, can you recall
The time we were lost on the Bright Down ?
Coming home late in the day,
As Susie was kneeling to pray,
Little blue eyes and white night-gown,
