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| Ulteriore versione inglese della poesia di Uhland, di Arthur... |
| I HAD A COMRADE | I HAD ONE FAITHFUL COMRADE |
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| In battle he was my comrade, | I had one faithful comrade |
| None better I have had. | 'Ere we heard the trumpet's call, |
| The drum called us to fight, | And we pledged our hearts forever |
| He always on my right, | In battle joined together |
| In step, through good and bad. | To beat the foe or fall. |
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| A bullet it flew towards us, | A musket shot came screaming |
| For him or meant for me? | To seal his fate or mine |
| His life from mine it tore, | Right at my feet he stumbled, |
| At my feet a piece of gore, | And friendship's shrine it crumbled |
| As if a part of me. | Around that friend of mine. |
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| His hand reached up to hold mine. | His hand is blindly seeking |
| I must re-load my gun. | The clasp I cannot give |
| "My friend, I cannot ease your pain, | For duty calls me onward |
| In life eternal we'll meet again, | Farewell my dying comrade, |
| And walk once more as one." | Our love shall ever live. |
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