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66 Will, comrade and friend, We parted in hurry of battle ; All I heard Was your sonorous " Up, my men ! " Soon conquering paeans Shall cover the cannonade's rattle ; Then, home bells, Will you think of me sometimes, then ? How that rascal enjoys his snooze ! Would he wake to the touch of powder ? A reveille of broken bones, or a prick of a sword might do. " Hai, man ! the general wants you ; " if I could but for once call louder : There is something infectious here, for my eyelids are dropping too. Will, can you recall The time we were lost on the Bright Down ? Coming home late in the day, As Susie was kneeling to pray, Little blue eyes and white night-gown,