Bandit s Bull s Eye

I curse the brigands as they ride
Off with the peasants hog,
And a sack of corn from the peasants crib,
With a sword through the peasants dog.

The thieves curse me as I track them down,
Archers at my command,
Encircling them with their bow-strings taut,
Aimed at the outlaw band
Suddenly, I bring down my hand!
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