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We buried him darkly, at dead of night� The sod with our bayonets turning�
By the struggling moonbeams' misty light, And the lantern, dimly burning.
That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow!
Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ;
But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
No useless coffin inclosed his breast,
Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him:
But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow:
But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow,
But half of our heavy task was done
When the clock struck the hour for retiring;
And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Slowly and sadly we laid him down,
From the field of his fame fresh and gory;
We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory!

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