Had he and I but met<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> By some old ancient inn, We should have set 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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