‘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: he was my foe,
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.’

Thomas Hardy---