-o-sheaâ? Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBB CCBBB DDEFEGGDD HHIIJKBB LLBBJJMMBBB| O Shea was a big railway ganger clean hearted and clean limbed and shy | A |
| With a glint of grey hair at his temples and smile in his Irish blue eye | A |
| He d but one speech for every occasion as you told him the news of the day | B |
| And I know I will shock pious people but poor Tim meant no harm when he s say | B |
| Aw g long go to hell go to hell now In a mildly expostulant way | B |
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| Oft the boys told with winking and laughter how O Shea courted early in life | C |
| The dashing and voluble lady who d make him an excellent wife | C |
| And how slowly that courtship proceeded till herself had to settle the day | B |
| For Tim though he madly adored her could find nothing better to say | B |
| Than Aw G long go to hell go to hell now in a tender and loverlike way | B |
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| The flying gang loved and served him for O Shea was a leader of men | D |
| But we never knew Tim for a hero till the train smash at Appletree when | D |
| The seven forty five lay in ruins in a setting of scrub ferns and flowers | E |
| With the summer sky smiling above it and the air fresh and fragrant from | F |
| showers | E |
| There was tragedy death and confusion there was horror and grief beyond words | G |
| Pain blent with the incense of blossoms and groans with the song of the birds | G |
| The flying gang came to the rescue ah O Shea was magnificent then | D |
| When there s danger and death and destruction God send us the silent men | D |
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| His clothing in rents and in tatters fire blackened on forehead and cheek | H |
| He fought with grim death like a hero but never a word did he speak | H |
| All were saved but the wreckage was blazing the flames rushing madly up where | I |
| A great Prince of Wales feather orchid blossom just out of reach of the glare | I |
| Then a child s cry arose from beneath it and we shrank back aghast as it came | J |
| But O Shea with a roar like a lion leaped right in the heart of the flames | K |
| And he saved her we found her unscathed as we rushed to the spot where they lay | B |
| But we laid on the cinder scorched grasses what that furnace had left of O Shea | B |
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| We were paying the last loving tribute to our hero who lay there at rest | L |
| His grizzled hair singed at the temples his hands fold still on his breast | L |
| The beads round his sinewy fingers that the never neglected to say | B |
| Ah we all know that God s Holy Mother had his soul in her keeping that day | B |
| On his breast lay a big creamy orchid unspoiled by the smoke and the flame | J |
| Twas McCarthy the city reporter had carefully gathered the same | J |
| His poor wife and girls clung together and stifled their heartbroken cries | M |
| While Simpson the posy old Mayor was lauding O Shea to the skies | M |
| The noblest of heroes he called him while serene in his coffin Tim lay | B |
| With a smile on his smoke blackened features and the quiet dry smile seemed to say | B |
| Aw g long go to hell go to hell now In a mildly expostulant way | B |
Alice Guerin Crist
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