American Old Time Song Lyrics: 49 My Comrade And Playmate
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 49
MY COMRADE AND PLAYMATE.
Copyright, 1895, by The S. Brainard's Sons Co.
Words and Music by Chas. F. Vann.
It pierced my heart to see my comrade fall:
We were boys together in the days gone by;
And now, far from home or loved one's fond caress,
He was breathing out his life without a murmur or a sigh;
But as I gently called his name and over him did bend,
He smiled and gazed into my eyes and grasped me by the hand;
And he faintly whisper'd, "Tell my friends, should you live the battle through,
I died for home and for my friends, and for my native land."
I ne'er shall forget him, my comrade and playmate:
We marched many miles in the ranks side by side;
I shared all his pleasures, and he shared my sorrows,
Yet he was a friend both true and tried.
At first it seemed as though it could not he
My friend who played with me upon the green
Was dead, and alas! I now was left alone,
And I hope and pray a sadder sight will ne'er again be seen,
But as I closed his eyes and placed his arms across his breast,
I took away from round his neck a little golden hand;
It was given by his loving wife, left sobbing all alone.
While he fought for home and for his friends, and for his native land.- Ref.