Yes! raise me on your arm, Dick Dale, My comrade old and true. And let me of the glad earth take One last and lingering view. When yet a few brief moments more Of this flittering hour have fled, You’ll shed an old friend's tear, Dick Dale, Above your comrade's head. We fought together, side by side, In many a bloody fray, From Malvern Hill's dark hour of strife, To fierce Antietam's day. And when again the "long roll" calls, For battle to prepare, You will not fail the flag, Dick Dale, But I shall not be there. You will not soon forget me, Dick! I know it by that sigh; I know it by those tears that shine In your half averted eye. But my dear old comrade's heart will swell, I know with honest pride, When he thinks that for the grand old flag, His old companion died. Cut off this light brown lock, Dick Dale, For the girl that waits at home. Yes! Hoping waits her soldier love, Who never more can come. 'Twill soothe perhaps her bleeding heart To know that watched by you, The boy she loved, at least has died, With one who loved him too. You'll visit all the quaint old nooks We sought when we were boys, And thoughts of me will come, Dick Dale, With thoughts of childhood's joys; And when you reach the old playground Where once you used to play, You’ll not forget your friend, Dick Dale, In his lone grave far away.

Soldier Life