1902-1909 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GAHA FIFI FAFA CJCJ KCKC ELMN COCO APAP ECEC EFEF FCFC QAEA FEFE FIFI CCCC PQPQ AIAI AAAA EAEA CKCK CPCP FEFE IAIA FEFE PEPEThey recruited William Evans | A |
From the ploughtail and the spade | B |
Ten years' service in the Devons | A |
Left him smart as they are made | B |
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Thirty or a trifle older | C |
Rather over six foot high | D |
Trim of waist and broad of shoulder | C |
Yellow haired and blue of eye | D |
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Short of speech and very solid | E |
Fixed in purpose as a rock | F |
Slow deliberate and stolid | E |
Of the real West country stock | F |
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He had never been to college | G |
Got his teaching in the corps | A |
You can pick up useful knowledge | H |
'Twixt Saltash and Singapore | A |
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Old Field Cornet Piet van Celling | F |
Lived just northward of the Vaal | I |
And he called his white washed dwelling | F |
Blesbock Farm Rhenoster Kraal | I |
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In his politics unbending | F |
Stern of speech and grim of face | A |
He pursued the never ending | F |
Quarrel with the English race | A |
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Grizzled hair and face of copper | C |
Hard as nails from work and sport | J |
Just the model of a Dopper | C |
Of the fierce old fighting sort | J |
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With a shaggy bearded quota | K |
On commando at his order | C |
He went off with Louis Botha | K |
Trekking for the British border | C |
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When Natal was first invaded | E |
He was fighting night and day | L |
Then he scouted and he raided | M |
With De Wet and Delaney | N |
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Till he had a brush with Plumer | C |
Got a bullet in his arm | O |
And returned in sullen humour | C |
To the shelter of his farm | O |
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Now it happened that the Devons | A |
Moving up in that direction | P |
Sent their Colour Sergeant Evans | A |
Foraging with half a section | P |
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By a friendly Dutchman guided | E |
A Van Eloff or De Vilier | C |
They were promptly trapped and hided | E |
In a manner too familiar | C |
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When the sudden scrap was ended | E |
And they sorted out the bag | F |
Sergeant Evans lay extended | E |
Mauseritis in his leg | F |
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So the Kaffirs bore him cursing | F |
From the scene of his disaster | C |
And they left him to the nursing | F |
Of the daughters of their master | C |
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Now the second daughter Sadie mdash | Q |
But the subject why pursue | A |
Wounded youth and tender lady | E |
Ancient tale but ever new | A |
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On the stoep they spent the gloaming | F |
Watched the shadows on the veldt | E |
Or she led her cripple roaming | F |
To the eucalyptus belt | E |
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He would lie and play with Jacko | F |
The baboon from Bushman's Kraal | I |
Smoked Magaliesberg tobacco | F |
While she lisped to him in Taal | I |
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Till he felt that he had rather | C |
He had died amid the slaughter | C |
If the harshness of the father | C |
Were not softened in the daughter | C |
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So he asked an English question | P |
And she answered him in Dutch | Q |
But her smile was a suggestion | P |
And he treated it as such | Q |
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Now among Rhenoster kopjes | A |
Somewhat northward of the Vaal | I |
You may see four little chappies | A |
Three can walk and one can crawl | I |
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And the blue of Transvaal heavens | A |
Is reflected in their eyes | A |
Each a little William Evans | A |
Smaller model pocket size | A |
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Each a little Burgher Piet | E |
Of the hardy Boer race | A |
Two great peoples seem to meet | E |
In the tiny sunburned face | A |
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And they often greatly wonder | C |
Why old granddad and Papa | K |
Should have been so far asunder | C |
Till united by mamma | K |
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And when asked Are you a Boer | C |
Or a little Englishman | P |
Each will answer short and sure | C |
I am a South African | P |
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But the father answers chaffing | F |
Africans but British too | E |
And the children echo laughing | F |
Half of mother half of you | E |
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It may seem a crude example | I |
In an isolated case | A |
But the story is a sample | I |
Of the welding of the race | A |
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So from bloodshed and from sorrow | F |
From the pains of yesterday | E |
Comes the nation of to morrow | F |
Broadly based and built to stay | E |
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Loyal spirits strong in union | P |
Joined by kindred faith and blood | E |
Brothers in the wide communion | P |
Of our sea girt brotherhood | E |
Arthur Conan Doyle
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