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The Town Marshal

 The Prohibitionists made me Town Marshal
When the saloons were voted out,
Because when I was a drinking man,
Before I joined the church, I killed a Swede
At the saw-mill near Maple Grove.
And they wanted a terrible man, Grim, righteous, strong, courageous, And a hater of saloons and drinkers, To keep law and order in the village.
And they presented me with a loaded cane With which I struck Jack McGuire Before he drew the gun with which he killed me.
The Prohibitionists spent their money in vain To hang him, for in a dream I appeared to one of the twelve jurymen And told him the whole secret story.
Fourteen years were enough for killing me.

by Edgar Lee Masters
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