Those days are past, my soldier, old and hoary,
But still the scars are on thy manly brow;
We both have shared the danger and the glory,
Come, let us share the peace and comfort now.
Come to my home, for thou hast not another,
And dry those tears, for thou shall beg no more;
There, take this hand, and let us march together
Down to the grave, where life's campaign is o'er!
There, take this hand, &c.
While the song was being sung the Sergeant turned his head on his pillow away from the Corporal. When it was finished, he said, "Come here, Dick."