I once had a loyal comrade,
Not a better will every be,
When we heard the drum to start to fight
He marched by my side, to guard my right,
Step for step, along with me.
A bullet came a-flying.
Is it meant for you or me?
It struck him hard and flung him down,
Now he lies there still upon the ground
Like a piece shot out of me.
He stretches his dying hand to me
As I load to shoot the foe.
There's no time for us to say good-byes,
You will be today in Paradise,
My comrade good and true.