Ling-Tso Ah Sin, on Murderer's Flat
One morning caught an old grey rat:
" Ah, white man, I have got you now!
But no — Dust be upon my brow
If needless blood I cause to fall —
So go, there's world-room for us all! "

That night Ah Sin was somehow shot —
By accident! For he had got
From earth a little gold — black sin
For thee, though not for us, Ah Sin!
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