The Hammers: Part 04 - Croissy, Ile-de-france, June, 1815 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDDDEFGHGIAAIJKIKL EIMMNMOPOPDNQQRRSTTS MUMIIVWAIXXIIYYAZZA2 A2B2B2YYYYC2YYD2E2E2 VQQDDAVVIF2F2IIVVIII IYYG2G2QYY| Whoa Victorine | A |
| Devil take the mare I've never seen so vicious a beast | B |
| She kicked Jules the last time she was here | C |
| He's been lame ever since poor chap | D |
| Rap Tap | D |
| Tap a tap a tap Tap Tap | D |
| I'd rather be lame than dead at Waterloo M'sieu Charles | E |
| Sacre Bleu Don't mention Waterloo and the damned grinning British | F |
| We didn't run in the old days | G |
| There wasn't any running at Jena | H |
| Those were decent days | G |
| And decent men who stood up and fought | I |
| We never got beaten because we wouldn't be | A |
| See | A |
| You would have taught them wouldn't you Sergeant Boignet | I |
| But to day it's everyone for himself | J |
| And the Emperor isn't what he was | K |
| How the Devil do you know that | I |
| If he was beaten the cause | K |
| Is the green geese in his army led by traitors | L |
| Oh I say no names Monsieur Charles | E |
| You needn't hammer so loud | I |
| If there are any spies lurking behind the bellows | M |
| I beg they come out Dirty fellows | M |
| The old Sergeant seizes a red hot poker | N |
| And advances brandishing it into the shadows | M |
| The rows of horses flick | O |
| Placid tails | P |
| Victorine gives a savage kick | O |
| As the nails | P |
| Go in Tap Tap | D |
| Jules draws a horseshoe from the fire | N |
| And beats it from red to peacock blue and black | Q |
| Purpling darker at each whack | Q |
| Ding Dang Dong | R |
| Ding a ding dong | R |
| It is a long time since any one spoke | S |
| Then the blacksmith brushes his hand over his eyes | T |
| Well he sighs | T |
| He's broke | S |
| The Sergeant charges out from behind the bellows | M |
| It's the green geese I tell you | U |
| Their hearts are all whites and yellows | M |
| There's no red in them Red | I |
| That's what we want Fouche should be fed | I |
| To the guillotine and all Paris dance the carmagnole | V |
| That would breed jolly fine lick bloods | W |
| To lead his armies to victory | A |
| Ancient history Sergeant | I |
| He's done | X |
| Say that again Monsieur Charles and I'll stun | X |
| You where you stand for a dung eating Royalist | I |
| The Sergeant gives the poker a savage twist | I |
| He is as purple as the cooling horseshoes | Y |
| The air from the bellows creaks through the flues | Y |
| Tap Tap The blacksmith shoes Victorine | A |
| And through the doorway a fine sheen | Z |
| Of leaves flutters with the sun between | Z |
| By a spurt of fire from the forge | A2 |
| You can see the Sergeant with swollen gorge | A2 |
| Puffing and gurgling and choking | B2 |
| The bellows keep on croaking | B2 |
| They wheeze | Y |
| And sneeze | Y |
| Creak Bang Squeeze | Y |
| And the hammer strokes fall like buzzing bees | Y |
| Or pattering rain | C2 |
| Or faster than these | Y |
| Like the hum of a waterfall struck by a breeze | Y |
| Clank from the bellows chain pulled up and down | D2 |
| Clank | E2 |
| And sunshine twinkles on Victorine's flank | E2 |
| Starting it to blue | V |
| Dropping it to black | Q |
| Clack Clack | Q |
| Tap a tap Tap | D |
| Lord What galloping Some mishap | D |
| Is making that man ride so furiously | A |
| Francois you | V |
| Victorine won't be through | V |
| For another quarter of an hour As you hope to die | I |
| Work faster man the order has come | F2 |
| What order Speak out Are you dumb | F2 |
| A chaise without arms on the panels at the gate | I |
| In the far side wall and just to wait | I |
| We must be there in half an hour with swift cattle | V |
| You're a stupid fool if you don't hear that rattle | V |
| Those are German guns Can't you guess the rest | I |
| Nantes Rochefort possibly Brest | I |
| Tap Tap as though the hammers were mad | I |
| Dang Ding Creak The farrier's lad | I |
| Jerks the bellows till he cracks their bones | Y |
| And the stifled air hiccoughs and groans | Y |
| The Sergeant is lying on the floor | G2 |
| Stone dead and his hat with the tricolore | G2 |
| Cockade has rolled off into the cinders Victorine snorts and lays back | Q |
| her ears | Y |
| What glistens on the anvil Sweat or tears | Y |
Amy Lowell
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