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He 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 shebby 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