I wonder ‘oo and wot ‘e was,
That ‘Un I got so slick.
I couldn’t see ‘is face because
The night was ‘ideous thick.
I just made out among the black
A blinkin’ wedge o’ white;
Then biff! I guess I got ‘im crack —
The man I killed last night.
I wonder if account o’ me
Some wench will go unwed,
And ‘eaps o’ lives will never be,
Because ‘e’s stark and dead?
Or if ‘is missis damns the war,
And by some candle light,
Tow-headed kids are prayin’ for
The Fritz I copped last night.
I wonder, ‘struth, I wonder why
I ‘ad that ‘orful dream?
I saw up in the giddy sky
The gates o’ God agleam;
I saw the gates o’ ‘eaven shine
Wiv everlastin’ light:
And then . . . I knew that I’d got mine,
As ‘e got ‘is last night.
Aye, bang beyond the broodin’ mists
Where spawn the mother stars,
I ‘ammered wiv me bloody fists
Upon them golden bars;
I ‘ammered till a devil’s doubt
Fair froze me wiv affright:
To fink wot God would say about
The bloke I corpsed last night.
I ‘ushed; I wilted wiv despair,
When, like a rosy flame,
I sees a angel standin’ there
‘Oo calls me by me name.
‘E ‘ad such soft, such shiny eyes;
‘E ‘eld ‘is ‘and and smiled;
And through the gates o’ Paradise
‘E led me like a child.
‘E led me by them golden palms
Wot ’ems that jeweled street;
And seraphs was a-singin’ psalms,
You’ve no ideer ‘ow sweet;
Wiv cheroobs crowdin’ closer round
Than peas is in a pod,
‘E led me to a shiny mound
Where beams the throne o’ God.
And then I ‘ears God’s werry voice:
“Bill ‘agan, ‘ave no fear.
Stand up and glory and rejoice
For ‘im ‘oo led you ‘ere.”
And in a nip I seemed to see:
Aye, like a flash o’ light,
My angel pal I knew to be
The chap I plugged last night.
Now, I don’t claim to understand —
They calls me Bonehead Bill;
They shoves a rifle in me ‘and,
And show me ‘ow to kill.
Me job’s to risk me life and limb,
But . . . be it wrong or right,
This cross I’m makin’, it’s for ‘im,
The cove I croaked last night.