Easy for you all today to blame
My failure then to take a firmer line.
The baying crowd that day were just the same;
Yellow-eyed, and stinking of cheap wine
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So quick to point the finger. And as if
All that were not enough, there's the wife
Who hated living here from the start
Elbowing my ribs about some dream she'd
Had where he appeared; well, have a heart:
What would you have done? I'll certainly plead
Guilty as the next man to being weak, but
Think while you prepare the noose of history
In the end it turned out what I did was right:
Where would you be now if I had set him free?