De Salaberry At Chateauguay Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDED FGFG HIHI HJHJ KHKL HMHM LNLN OAOA HPHP LQLQ ABAB HRHS ALAL HHHH FTFT ABAB LHLH FUFU FVFV HNHN KJKJ FHFH LTLT| We are scarcely one to seven | A |
| But our cause is just | B |
| Help us in our trial heaven | A |
| Keep the ford we must | B |
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| Swiftly through the reeds and rushes | C |
| Pours the Outarde flood | D |
| Turned by sunset's rosy flushes | E |
| To a stream of blood | D |
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| Sprinkled with the hues of slaughter | F |
| Wave the forest trees | G |
| Gently o'er the sparkling water | F |
| In the autumn breeze | G |
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| Strange that Nature should remind us | H |
| Of the coming fight | I |
| Let it come it will but find us | H |
| Battling for the right | I |
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| Never shall the land that gave us | H |
| Birth be held a thrall | J |
| Ere the Stars and Stripes enslave us | H |
| Death shall have us all | J |
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| Quickly in this silent dingle | K |
| Raise the abatis | H |
| Near where Outarde waters mingle | K |
| With the Chateauguay | L |
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| Hasten Night across the meadows | H |
| Kiss the streams to sleep | M |
| Wrap us in thy cloak of shadows | H |
| Bid the stars not peep | M |
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| Night has passed the birds awaking | L |
| Greet the dawning day | N |
| Wherefore are our foemen making | L |
| Such a long delay | N |
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| Hark at last they come now steady | O |
| Wait the signal gun | A |
| When I fire fire you Now ready | O |
| Fire Ah lads well done | A |
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| Like a vaulted wave that shatters | H |
| On a rocky coast | P |
| And in mist and salt spray scatters | H |
| Breaks the mighty host | P |
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| Like the wave that swift returning | L |
| Bursts upon the strand | Q |
| Falls the foe with hatred burning | L |
| On our little band | Q |
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| We are scarcely one to seven | A |
| But our cause is just | B |
| Help us in our trial heaven | A |
| Keep the ford we must | B |
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| Fall the shot clipped leaves about us | H |
| Like the summer rain | R |
| Charge the bitter foes to rout us | H |
| Ever and again | S |
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| Quarter never asked nor given | A |
| Still we beat them back | L |
| Though our slender ranks are riven | A |
| With each fierce attack | L |
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| Long the fearful battle rages | H |
| Death his harvest reaps | H |
| He will live in history's pages | H |
| In the grave who sleeps | H |
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| Round us stronger ever stronger | F |
| Sweeps the hostile horde | T |
| If the strife continue longer | F |
| We shall lose the ford | T |
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| We are scarcely one to seven | A |
| But our cause is just | B |
| Help us in our trial heaven | A |
| Keep the ford we must | B |
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| Hope The fox when worn with running | L |
| Subtlety must use | H |
| Let us strive to win by cunning | L |
| What by force we lose | H |
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| Bugler seek the forest border | F |
| Whence our friends should come | U |
| For attack sound loud the order | F |
| Beat upon the drum | U |
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| So our foes may think in error | F |
| That our friends are nigh | V |
| And disturbed by sudden terror | F |
| From the conflict fly | V |
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| Through the wood the bugler dashes | H |
| Far beyond the fray | N |
| While the deadly musket flashes | H |
| Point him on his way | N |
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| Faintly o'er the din of battle | K |
| On the ear there fall | J |
| From afar a drum's sharp rattle | K |
| And a bugle call | J |
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| Through the forest drawing nearer | F |
| Ring the bugle notes | H |
| And the drum beat quicker clearer | F |
| On the calm air floats | H |
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| Cheer my lads and cease from firing | L |
| Sheathe the blood stained sword | T |
| For our foemen are retiring | L |
| We have kept the ford | T |
Arthur Weir
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