A Ballad Of The Ranks Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDAEAFGHGIAJA AKCKLAMA ALCDNAOA APCPQARA AOCOSATA AUCUVAWA AXCXOYOY AZCZYAA2AFGHG AJA

Who carries the gunA
A lad from over the TweedB
Then let him go for well we knowC
He comes of a soldier breedB
So drink together to rock and heatherD
Out where the red deer runA
And stand aside for Scotland's prideE
The man that carries the gunA
For the Colonel rides beforeF
The Major's on the flankG
The Captains and the AdjutantH
Are in the foremost rankG
But when it's 'Action front 'I
And fighting's to be doneA
Come one come all you stand or fallJ
By the man who holds the gunA
-
Who carries the gunA
A lad from a Yorkshire daleK
Then let him go for well we knowC
The heart that never will failK
Here's to the fire of LancashireL
And here's to her soldier sonA
For the hard bit north has sent him forthM
The lad that carries the gunA
-
Who carries the gunA
A lad from a Midland shireL
Then let him go for well we knowC
He comes of an English sireD
Here's a glass to a Midland lassN
And each can choose the oneA
But east and west we claim the bestO
For the man that carries the gunA
-
Who carries the gunA
A lad from the hills of WalesP
Then let him go for well we knowC
That Taffy is hard as nailsP
There are several ll's in the place where he dwellsQ
And of w's more than oneA
With a 'Llan' and a 'pen ' but it breeds good menR
And it's they who carry the gunA
-
Who carries the gunA
A lad from the windy westO
Then let him go for well we knowC
That he is one of the bestO
There's Bristol rough and Gloucester toughS
And Devon yields to noneA
Or you may get in SomersetT
Your lad to carry the gunA
-
Who carries the gunA
A lad from London townU
Then let him go for well we knowC
The stuff that never backs downU
He has learned to joke at the powder smokeV
For he is the fog smoke's sonA
And his heart is light and his pluck is rightW
The man who carries the gunA
-
Who carries the gunA
A lad from the Emerald IsleX
Then let him go for well we knowC
We've tried him many a whileX
We've tried him east we've tried him westO
We've tried him sea and landY
But the man to beat old Erin's bestO
Has never yet been plannedY
-
Who carries the gunA
It's you and you and youZ
So let us go and we won't say noC
If they give us a job to doZ
Here we stand with a cross linked handY
Comrades every oneA
So one last cup and drink it upA2
To the man who carries the gunA
For the Colonel rides beforeF
The Major's on the flankG
The Captains and the AdjutantH
Are in the foremost rankG
And when it's 'Action front '-
And there's fighting to be doneA
Come one come all you stand or fallJ
By the man who holds the gunA

Arthur Conan Doyle



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