At The 'national Encampment' Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABB CDCDD EFEFF GHGHH IJIJJ KEKEE KGKGG CLCLL| You 're grayer than one would have thought you | A |
| The climate you have over there | B |
| In the East has apparently brought you | A |
| Disorders affecting the hair | B |
| Which pardon me seems a thought spare | B |
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| You'll not take offence at my giving | C |
| Expression to notions like these | D |
| You might have been stronger if living | C |
| Out here in our sanative breeze | D |
| It's unhealthy here for disease | D |
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| No I'm not as plump as a pullet | E |
| But that's the old wound you see | F |
| Remember my paunching a bullet | E |
| And how that it didn't agree | F |
| With well honest hardtack for me | F |
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| Just pass me the wine I've a helly | G |
| And horrible kind of drouth | H |
| When a fellow has that in his belly | G |
| Which didn't go in at his mouth | H |
| He's hotter than all Down South | H |
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| Great Scott what a nasty day that was | I |
| When every galoot in our crack | J |
| Division who didn't lie flat was | I |
| Dissuaded from further attack | J |
| By the bullet's felicitous whack | J |
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| 'Twas there that our major slept under | K |
| Some cannon of ours on the crest | E |
| Till they woke him by stilling their thunder | K |
| And he cursed them for breaking his rest | E |
| And died in the midst of his jest | E |
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| That night it was late in November | K |
| The dead seemed uncommonly chill | G |
| To the touch and one chap I remember | K |
| Who took it exceedingly ill | G |
| When I dragged myself over his bill | G |
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| Well comrades I'm off now good morning | C |
| Your talk is as pleasant as pie | L |
| But pardon me one word of warning | C |
| Speak little of self say I | L |
| That's my way God bless you Good bye | L |
Ambrose Bierce
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