Random poem my dad used to recite

Early in the morning, late at night
Two dead boys went out to fight
Back to back they faced eachother
Drew their swords and shot eachother
A deaf policeman heard the noise
and came and killed those two dead boys
if you dont believe my story's true
ask the blind man, he saw it too

random site on this poem: http://www.folklore.bc.ca/Onefineday.htm