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An Old Story

 (Retold in Rhyme)

They threw him in a prison cell;
He moaned upon his bed.
And when he crept from coils of hell: "Last night you killed," they said.
"last night in drunken rage you slew A being brave with breath; A radiant soul, because of you Lies dark in death.
" "last night I killed," he moaned distraught, "When I was wild with wine; I slew, and I remember naught .
O Mother, Mother mine! "To what unbridled rage may lead You taught me at your knew.
Why did I not your warning heed .
And now - the gallows tree.
"O Mother, Mother, come to me, For I am sore distrest, And I would kneel beside your knee And weep upon your breast.
" They stared at him; their lips were dumb, Their eyes tear filled; Then spoke the Priest: "She cannot come .
'Twas she you killed.

by Robert William Service
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