Oh my, oh dear
What have I done
I’ve shot a man
With my own gun

I waited patiently
With all my might
For some clue to his
Position in the night

He shot me first
Clear as a bell
But that’s not all
Of my story to tell

For then, oh dear
I faked an act
And made my death
Look like a fact

And then I shot him
When he was unaware
And I wondered who it was
Who’d fought me so fair

I turned him over
Who, then, did I see?
My dear little brother
Staring back at me.