Johnny Boer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDAAEEFFGGBBAA HHIIEEJJAA KKCCAA| Men fight all shapes and sizes as the racing horses run | A |
| And no man knows his courage till he stands before a gun | A |
| At mixed up fighting hand to hand and clawing men about | B |
| They reckon Fuzzy Wuzzy is the hottest fighter out | B |
| But Fuzzy gives himself away his style is out of date | C |
| He charges like a driven grouse that rushes on its fate | C |
| You've nothing in the world to do but pump him full of lead | D |
| But when you're fighting Johhny Boer you have to use your head | D |
| He don't believe in front attacks or charging at the run | A |
| He fights you from a kopje with his little Maxim gun | A |
| For when the Lord He made the earth it seems uncommon clear | E |
| He gave the job of Africa to some good engineer | E |
| Who started building fortresses on fashions of his own | F |
| Lunettes redoubts and counterscarps all made of rock and stone | F |
| The Boer need only bring a gun for ready to his hand | G |
| He finds these heaven built fortresses all scattered through the land | G |
| And there he sits and winks his eye and wheels his gun about | B |
| And we must charge across the plain to hunt the beggar out | B |
| It ain't a game that grows on us there's lots of better fun | A |
| Than charging at old Johnny with his little Maxim gun | A |
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| On rocks a goat could scarcely climb steep as the walls of Troy | H |
| He wheels a four point seven about as easy as a toy | H |
| With bullocks yoked and drag ropes manned he lifts her up the rocks | I |
| And shifts her every now and then as cunning as a fox | I |
| At night you mark her right ahead you see her clean and clear | E |
| Next day at dawn What ho she bumps from somewhere in the rear | E |
| Or else the keenest eyed patrol will miss him with the glass | J |
| He's lying hidden in the rocks to let the leaders pass | J |
| But when the mainguard comes along he opens up the fun | A |
| There's lots of ammunition for the little Maxim gun | A |
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| But after all the job is sure although the job is slow | K |
| We have to see the business through the Boer has got to go | K |
| With Nordenfeldt and lyddite shell it's certain soon or late | C |
| We'll hunt him from his kopjes and across the Orange State | C |
| And then across those open flats you'll see the beggar run | A |
| And we'll be running after him with our little Maxim gun | A |
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