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.