At Dawn -

Madame, take leave, retire straight away,

for monsieur has begged a word with fate,

where I’ll take aim, and he’ll fire late,

and I will oblige this fervent wish of his to die.

At dawn, let honor be our law,

at dawn, you’ll find I have no need for words at all,

at dawn, on the outskirts of town,

at dawn, where two have met, one remains in ground-

at dawn.

His glove is thrown, so I’ll sheath in him a bullet home,

fetch my pistols now, then leave us quite alone,

the carriage is ready, monsieur, to take us to the site,

where I will release you from the burdens of this life.

I’ll take aim, shoot straight,

and take your breath away: at dawn.