Talked as they walked into me.
Shadows of three live men, and you were one of the three.
Butcher boys sang in the streets,
The bobby was far away,
Butcher boys shouted and sang
In their usual maddening way.—
Still in the Schools quite courteous you were torturing men all the day.
Two dead men have I known,
Examiners settled by me.
Two dead men have I scored,