THE MAN HE KILLED - Francis Burdett Money-Coutts Poems


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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."