Adieu, O Soldier! You Of The Rude Campaigning, (Which We Shared,) The Rapid March, The Life Of The Camp, The Hot Contention Of Opposing Fronts--The Long Manoeuver, Red Battles With Their Slaughter,--The Stimulus--The Strong, Terrific Game, Spell Of All Brave And Manly Hearts--The Trains Of Time Through You, And Like Of You, All Fill'D, With War, And War'S Expression. Adieu, Dear Comrade! Your Mission Is Fulfill'D--But I, More Warlike, Myself, And This Contentious Soul Of Mine, Still On Our Own Campaigning Bound, Through Untried Roads, With Ambushes, Opponents Lined, Through Many A Sharp Defeat And Many A Crisis--Often Baffled, Here Marching, Ever Marching On, A War Fight Out--Aye Here, To Fiercer, Weightier Battles Give Expression.