Ah, dys. I love that funny song. Thanks, cowboy.
Well, here is the poem and my goodnight song replete with lyrics.
First the poem.
Thomas Hardy
The Man He Killed.
Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have set us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!
But ranged as infantry,
And staring face to face,
I shot at him as he at me,
And killed him in his place.
I shot him dead because--
Because he was my foe,
Just so: my foe of course he was;
That's clear enough; although
He thought he'd 'list, perhaps,
Off-hand like--just as I--
Was out of work--had sold his traps--
No other reason why.
Yes; quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You'd treat, if met where any bar is,
Or help to half a crown.
Now, the great jazz song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3CdR3M0VII&feature=related
If I should lose you
The stars would fall from the sky
If I should lose you
the Leaves would wither and die
The birds in May-time - they'd sing a mournful refrain
And I would wander around - hating the sound of rain
With you beside me
The rose would bloom in the snow
With you beside me
No winds of winter would blow
I gave you my love - and I was living a dream
But living would seem - in vain if I
Lost you.
Goodnight, world
From Letty with love