The Scottish Engineer Poem Rhyme Scheme

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With eyes that searched in the dark	A
Peering along the line	B
Stood the grim Scotsman Hector Clark	A
Driver of Forty nine	B
And the veldt fire flamed on the hills ahead	C
Like a blood red beacon sign	B
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There was word of a fight to the north	D
And a column too hardly pressed	E
So they started the Highlanders forth	D
Heedless of food or rest	E
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But the pipers gaily played	F
Chanting their fierce delight	G
And the armoured carriages rocked and swayed	F
Laden with men of the Scots Brigade	F
Hurrying up to the fight	G
And the grim grey Highland engineer	H
Driving them into the night	G
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Then a signal light glowed red	C
And a picket came to the track	I
Enemy holding the line ahead	C
Three of our mates we have left for dead	C
Only we two got back	I
And far to the north through the still night air	J
They heard the rifles crack	I
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And the boom of a gun rang out	K
Like the sound of a deep appeal	L
And the picket stood in doubt	K
By the side of the driving wheel	L
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But the engineer looked down	M
With his hand on the starting bar	N
Ride ye back to the town	M
Ye know what my orders are	N
Maybe they're wanting the Scots Brigade	F
Up on those hills afar	N
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I am no soldier at all	O
Only an engineer	H
But I could not bear that the folk should say	P
Over in Scotland Glasgow way	P
That Hector Clark stayed here	Q
With the Scots Brigade till the foe was gone	R
With ever a rail to run her on	S
Ready behind Stand clear	H
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Fireman get you gone	R
Into the armoured train	T
I will drive her alone	U
One more trip and perhaps the last	V
With a well raked fire and an open blast	V
Hark to the rifles again	W
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On through the choking dark	A
Never a lamp nor a light	G
Never an engine spark	A
Showing her hurried flight	G
Over the lonely plain	T
Rushed the great armoured train	T
Hurrying up to the fight	G
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Then with her living freight	X
On to the foe she came	Y
And the rides snapped their hate	X
And the darkness spouted flame	Y
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Over the roar of the fray	P
The hungry bullets whined	X
As she dashed through the foe that lay	P
Loading and firing blind	X
Till the glare of the furnace burning clear	H
Showed them the form of the engineer	H
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Sharply and well defined	X
Through They are safely through	Z
Hark to the column's cheer	H
Surely the driver knew	Z
He was to halt her here	Q
But he took no heed of the signals red	X
And the fireman found when he climbed ahead	X
There on the door of his engine dead	X
The Scottish Engineer	H

Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)

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