I'll Tell Being Past All Praying For - Then Promptly Die . . . He Was Out At The War, And Got Some Scent Of The Intimacy That Was Under Way Between Her And Me; And He Stole Back Home, And Appeared Like A Ghost One Night, At The Very Time Almost That I Reached Her House. Well, I Shot Him Dead, And Secretly Buried Him. Nothing Was Said. The News Of The Battle Came Next Day; He Was Scheduled Missing. I Hurried Away, Got Out There, Visited The Field, And Sent Home Word That A Search Revealed He Was One Of The Slain; Though, Lying Alone And Stript, His Body Had Not Been Known. "But She Suspected. I Lost Her Love, Yea, My Hope Of Earth, And Of Heaven Above; And My Time'S Now Come, And I'll Pay The Score, Though It Be Burning For Evermore."