• The Man He Killed

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    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.


         

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