I had a faithful comrade, None better you could find. The battle drum beat gaily, He marched beside me daily, And never fell behind. A cannon ball came flying-- Is't for me or is't for thee? It threw him down, and dying Before my feet he's lying, Just like a part of me. His hand he wants to give me, While I must load anew; My hand cannot be given-- Now fare thou well in heaven, My comrade good and true! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLUEFLAGS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS FREEDOM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON FOR G. by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON SONGS OF TRAVEL: 16 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AMY WENTWORTH; FOR WILLIAM BRADFORD by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON ON HEARING HIM MISPRAISED by MATTHEW ARNOLD |