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E did not wear his scarlet coat,
 * For blood and wine are red,

And blood and wine were on his hands
 * When they found him with the dead,

The poor dead woman whom he loved,
 * And murdered in her bed.

He walked amongst the Trial Men
 * In a suit of shabby gray;

A cricket cap was on his head,
 * And his step seemed light and gay;

But I never saw a man who looked
 * So wistfully at the day.

I never saw a man who looked
 * With such a wistful eye

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