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First Line: Come from my first, ay, come! / the battle-dawn is nigh
Last Line: On the turf of a soldier's grave.
Variant Title(s): Camp-bell
Subject(s): Campbell, Thomas (1777-1844)


COME from my first, ay, come!
The battle-dawn is nigh;
And the screaming trump and the thundering
drum
Are calling thee to die!

Fight as thy father fought;
Fall as thy father fell;
Thy task is taught; thy shroud is wrought;
So forward and farewell!

Toll ye my second, toll!
Fling high the flambeau's light,
And sing the hymn for a parted soul
Beneath the silent night!

The wreath upon his head,
The cross upon his breast,
Let the prayer be said and the tear be shed,
So, -- take him to his rest!

Call ye my whole,--ay, call
The lord of lute and lay;
And let him greet the sable pall
With a noble song to-day.

Go, call him by his name!
No fitter hand may crave
To light the flame of a soldier's fame
On the turf of a soldier's grave.




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