| Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916. | | | | The Good Comrade | | By Ludwig Uhland (1787–1862) |
| | | I HAD a faithful comrade, | |
| None better you could find. | |
| The battle drum beat gaily, | |
| He marched beside me daily, | |
| And never fell behind. | 5 |
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| A cannon ball came flying— | |
| Is’t for me or is’t for thee? | |
| It threw him down, and dying | |
| Before my feet he’s lying, | |
| Just like a part of me. | 10 |
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| His hand he wants to give me, | |
| While I must load anew; | |
| My hand cannot be given— | |
| Now fare thou well in heaven, | |
| My comrade good and true! | 15 | | | |
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