Comrades

Into the desert I will dare

My willing foot with you,

If you will give me all my share

Of toil and danger too.

By the night-fire, beneath the tree

I’ll lightly, lightly sleep,

If you will surely waken me

The second watch to keep.

Exiled, beside you I will stand,

Proud in degraded line,

If the same chain which binds your hand

In tyrant grip, binds mine.