I shot him, and it had to be br One of us 'Twas him or me. br 'Couln't be helped' and none can blame br Me, for you would do the same br br My mother, she cant sleep for fear br Of what might be a-happening here br To me. Perhaps it might be best br To die, and set her fears at rest br br For worst is worst, and worry's done. br Perhaps he was the only son. . . br Yet God keeps still, and does not say br A word of guidance anyway. br br Well, if they get me, first I'll find br That boy, and tell him all my mind, br And see who felt the bullet worst, br And ask his pardon,if I durst. br br All's a tangle. Here's my job. br A man might rave, or shout, or sob; br And God He takes takes no sort of heed. br This is a bloody mess indeed.