Shoot straight you bastards and don't make a mess of it!
Executed by firing squad.
Harry Harbord "Breaker" Morant 1902
Shoot straight you bastards and don't make a mess of it!
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye
My love, you are in my heart.
It was preordained we should part
And be reunited by and by.
Goodbye: no handshake to endure.
Let's have no sadness -- furrowed brow.
There's nothing new in dying now
Though living is no newer.