I hear the great drums pounding,
And the small drums steady whirring,And every blow of the great convulsive drums,   Strikes me through and through.

   For the son is brought with the father,
(In the foremost ranks of the fierce assault they fell,Two veterans son and father dropt together,   And the double grave awaits them.)

O strong dead-march you please me!
O moon immense with your silvery face you soothe me!O my soldiers twain! O my veterans passing to burial!   What I have I also give you.