| ADIEU O soldier, |
| You of the rude campaigning, (which we shared,) |
| The rapid march, the life of the camp, |
| The hot contention of opposing fronts, the long manoeuvre, |
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Red battles with their slaughter, the stimulus, the strong terrific
game, |
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Spell of all brave and manly hearts, the trains of time through you
and like of you all fill'd, |
| With war and war's expression. |
| Adieu dear comrade, |
| Your mission is fulfill'd—but I, more warlike, |
| Myself and this contentious soul of mine, |
| Still on our own campaigning bound, |
| Through untried roads with ambushes opponents lined, |
| Through many a sharp defeat and many a crisis, often baffled, |
| Here marching, ever marching on, a war fight out—aye here, |
| To fiercer, weightier battles give expression. |