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