A Lay Of The Links Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDBBB BEBEFGHG IJKJLMNM OBPBQABA| It's up and away from our work to day | A |
| For the breeze sweeps over the down | B |
| And it's hey for a game where the gorse blossoms flame | C |
| And the bracken is bronzing to brown | B |
| With the turf 'neath our tread and the blue overhead | D |
| And the song of the lark in the whin | B |
| There's the flag and the green with the bunkers between | B |
| Now will you be over or in | B |
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| The doctor may come and we'll teach him to know | B |
| A tee where no tannin can lurk | E |
| The soldier may come and we'll promise to show | B |
| Some hazards a soldier may shirk | E |
| The statesman may joke as he tops every stroke | F |
| That at last he is high in his aims | G |
| And the clubman will stand with a club in his hand | H |
| That is worth every club in St James' | G |
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| The palm and the leather come rarely together | I |
| Gripping the driver's haft | J |
| And it's good to feel the jar of the steel | K |
| And the spring of the hickory shaft | J |
| Why trouble or seek for the praise of a clique | L |
| A cleek here is common to all | M |
| And the lie that might sting is a very small thing | N |
| When compared with the lie of the ball | M |
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| Come youth and come age from the study or stage | O |
| From Bar or from Bench high and low | B |
| A green you must use as a cure for the blues | P |
| You drive them away as you go | B |
| We're outward bound on a long long round | Q |
| And it's time to be up and away | A |
| If worry and sorrow come back with the morrow | B |
| At least we'll be happy to day | A |
Arthur Conan Doyle
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