THE MAN HE KILLED
’Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have sat us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!
’But ranged as infantry,
And staring face to face,
I shot at him as he at me,
And killed him in his place.
’I shot him dead because-
Because he was my foe,
Just so: my foe of course he was;
That’s clear enough; although
’He thought he’d ’list, perhaps,
Off-hand like- just as I-
Was out of work- had sold his traps-
No other reason why.
’Yes; quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You’d treat if met where any bar is,
Or help to half-a-crown.’
1902
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