“Had he and I but met
By some ole 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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