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1840–1928

THE MAN HE KILLED

Thomas Hardy

“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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