Death of A Beloved Soldier

He is here! He is here!
Yes, the melee of people tell me so
And the stench that comes with fear
Comes up with the depths of sea so low

I am here! I am here!
Yes, I see it from a distance off
And the death that comes so near
Is up and out like a malady cough

So I run! So I run!
Yes, my feet begin to pound with spirit
And the will of mind with none
Rises up so that my feet can hear it

I am there! I am there!
Yes, the tears of people tell me so
And the general upon the mare
Looks at me, shaking his head to and fro