Empire Builders Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCBAB DDDDDDDD EFEFEFEF GHGHGIGH JKJKAKJK LGLGMGNG OAOAOAOA| Captain Temple D S O | A |
| With his banjo and retriever | B |
| Rough I know on poor old Flo | A |
| But by Jove I couldn't leave her | B |
| Niger ribbon on his breast | C |
| In his blood the Niger fever | B |
| Captain Temple D S O | A |
| With his banjo and retriever | B |
| - | |
| Cox of the Politicals | D |
| With his cigarette and glasses | D |
| Skilled in Pushtoo gutturals | D |
| Odd job man among the Passes | D |
| Keeper of the Zakka Khels | D |
| Tutor of the Khaiber Ghazis | D |
| Cox of the Politicals | D |
| With his cigarette and glasses | D |
| - | |
| Mr Hawkins Junior Sub | E |
| Late of Woolwich and Thames Ditton | F |
| Thinks his battery the hub | E |
| Of the whole wide orb of Britain | F |
| Half a hero half a cub | E |
| Lithe and playful as a kitten | F |
| Mr Hawkins Junior Sub | E |
| Late of Woolwich and Thames Ditton | F |
| - | |
| Eighty Tommies big and small | G |
| Grumbling hard as is their habit | H |
| Say mate what's a Bunerwal | G |
| Sometime like a bloomin' rabbit | H |
| Got to hoof it to Chitral | G |
| Blarst ye did ye think to cab it | I |
| Eighty Tommies big and small | G |
| Grumbling hard as is their habit | H |
| - | |
| Swarthy Goorkhas short and stout | J |
| Merry children laughing crowing | K |
| Don't know what it's all about | J |
| Don't know any use in knowing | K |
| Only know they mean to go | A |
| Where the Sirdar thinks of going | K |
| Little Goorkhas brown and stout | J |
| Merry children laughing crowing | K |
| - | |
| Funjaub Rifles fit and trim | L |
| Curly whiskered sons of battle | G |
| Very dignified and prim | L |
| Till they hear the Jezails rattle | G |
| Cattle thieves of yesterday | M |
| Now the wardens of the cattle | G |
| Fighting Brahmins of Lahore | N |
| Curly whiskered sons of battle | G |
| - | |
| Up the winding mountain path | O |
| See the long drawn column go | A |
| Himalayan aftermath | O |
| Lying rosy on the snow | A |
| Motley ministers of wrath | O |
| Building better than they know | A |
| In the rosy aftermath | O |
| Trailing upward to the snow | A |
Arthur Conan Doyle
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