But nowhere was peace to be found.
“Sometimes for a day I’d be cheerful,
The thoughts of revenge would be still;
And then my poor brain would be clear full
Of him I had sworn I would kill.
“Well, yesterday evenin’ I met him,
He begged and he pleaded and cried
For help, but I’d promised to get him—
I choked the dang cur till he died.
“To make the job certain I drilled him