1.A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers ；There was lack of woman’s nursing，there was dearthof woman‘s tears；But a comrade stood beside him，while his life-blood ebbed away，And bent，with pitying glances，to hear what he might say.
The dying soldier faltered，as he took that comrade’s hand，And he said，“I never more shall see my own，my native land.
2.”Tell my brothers and companions，when they meet and crowd aroundTo hear my mournful story，in the pleasant vineyard ground，That we fought the battle bravely；and when the day was done，Full many a corse sun.
And amidst the dead and dying were some grown old in wars-The death-wound on their gallant breasts，the last ofmany scars：
But some were young，and suddenly beheld life‘s morndecline；And one had come from Bingen-fair Bingen on the Rhine.
3.“Tell my mother that her other sons shall comfort her old age，And I was aye a truant bird，that thought his home a cage；For my father was a soldier，and，even as a child，My heart leaped forth to hear him tell of struggles fierce and wild；And when he died，and left us to divide his scantyhoard ，I let them take whate’er they would，but kept my father‘s sword；And with boyish love I hung it where the bright light used to shine，On the cottage-wall at Bingen-calm Bingen on the Rhine.
4.”Tell my sister not to weep for me，and sob with drooping head，When the troops are marching home again，with glad and gallant tread；But to look upon them proudly，with a calm and stead-fasteye，For her brother was a soldier too，and not afraid to die.And if a comrade seek her love，I ask her in my name To listen to him kindly，without regret or shame；And to hang the old sword in its place （my father’s sword and mine），For the honour of old Bingen-dear Bingen on the Rhine！
5.“There‘s another-not a sister：in the happy days gone by，You’d have known her by the merriment that sparkled in her eye；Too innocent for coquetry，too fond for idle scorning！-O friend，I fear the lightest heart makes sometimes heaviest mourning！
Tell her the last night of my life （for ere this moon be risenMy body will be out of pain，my soul be out of prison ）I dreamed I stood with her，and saw the yellow sunlight shineOn the vine-clad hills of Bingen-fair Bingen on the Rhine.
6.”I saw the blue Rhine sweep along；I heard，or seemed to hear，The German songs we used to sing in chorus sweet and clear；And down the pleasant river，and up the slanting hill，That echoing chorus sounded，through the evening calm and still；And her glad blue eyes were on me，as we passed with friendly talkDown many a path beloved of yorewalk；，and well-rememberedAnd her little hand lay lightly，confidinglyin mine；-But we‘ll meet no more at Bingen-loved Bingen on the Rhine.“7.His voice grew faint and hoarser；his grasp was childish weak ；His eyes put on a dying look；he sighed，and ceased to speak.
His comrade bent to lift him，but the spark of life had fled；The soldier of the Legion in a foreign land-was dead！
And the soft moon rose up slowly，and calmly she looked downOn the red sand of the battle-field，with bloody corses strown；Yea，calmly on that dreadful scene her pale light seemed to shine，As it shone on distant Bingen-fair Bingen on the Rhine！