Page:Lollingdon Downs and other poems, Masefield, 1917.djvu/51

Rh Kyrle took his cobb'd stick

And beat his daughter.

He said, "I'll teach my chick

As a father oughter."

Young Will, the son,

Heard his sister shriek,

He took his gun

Quick as a streak.

He said, "Now, dad,

Stop, once for all."

He was a good lad,

Good at kicking the ball.

His father clubbed

The girl on the head.

Young Will upped

And shot him dead.

"Now, sister," said Will,

"I've a-killed father,

As I said I'd kill.

O my love, I'd rather