The Man He Killed

 
Had he and I but met  
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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