The Duties Of An Aide-de-camp Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEED FFGHHG EEDIID EEGJJG KKJLLJ MMNOON PPOQQO RRBSSB BBOTTO OOUOOU BBNVVN WXBTTB YYBEZB YYYEEY

Oh some folk think vice royalty is festive and hilariousA
The duties of an A D C are manifold and variousA
So listen whilst I tell in songB
The duties of an aide de congB
Whatsoever betideC
To the Governor's sideC
We must stick or the public would eat himD
For each bounder we seeE
Says Just introduce meE
To His Lordship I'm anxious to meet himD
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Then they grab at his pawF
And they chatter and jawF
Till they'd talk him to death if we'd let 'emG
And the folk he has metH
They are all in a fretH
Just for fear he might chance to forget 'emG
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When some local King BillyE
Is talking him sillyE
Or the pound keeper's wife has waylaid himD
From folks of that stampI
When he has to decampI
We're his aides to decamp so we aid himD
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Then some feminine beautyE
Will come and salute yeE
She may be a Miss or a MadamG
Or a man comes in viewJ
Bails you up How de doJ
And you don't know the fellow from AdamG
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But you've got to keep sweetK
With each man that you meetK
And a trifle like this mustn't bar youJ
So you clutch at his finL
And you say with a grinL
Oh delighted to see you how are youJ
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Then we do country showsM
Where some prize taker blowsM
Of his pig a great vast forty stonerN
See my Lord ain't he fineO
How is that for a swineO
When it isn't a patch on its ownerN
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We fix up the dinnersP
For parsons and sinnersP
And lawyers and bishops and showmenO
And a judge of the courtQ
We put next to a sportQ
And an Orangeman next to a RomanO
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We send invitationsR
To all celebrationsR
Some Nobody's presence entreatingB
And the old folks of allS
We invite to a ballS
And the young to a grandmothers' meetingB
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And when we go dancingB
Like cart horses prancingB
We plunge where the people are thickenkn'O
And each gay local swellT
Thinks it's off to dance wellT
So he copies our style ain't it sickenin'O
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Then at banquets we dineO
And swig cheap nasty wineO
But the poor aide de camp mustn't funk itU
And they call it champagneO
But we're free to maintainO
That he feels real pain when he's drunk itU
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Then our horses bestridingB
We go out a ridingB
Lest our health by confinement we'd injureN
You can notice the glareV
Of the Governor's hairV
When the little boys say Go it GingerN
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Then some wandering lordsW
They so often are fraudsX
This out of way country invadingB
If a man dresses wellT
And behaves like a swellT
Then he's somebody's cook masqueradingB
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But an out an out assY
With a thirst for the glassY
And the symptoms of drink on his bokoB
Who is perpetuallyE
Pursuing the balletZ
He is always the true OrinocoB
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We must slave with our quillsY
Keep the cash pay the billsY
Keep account of the liquor and victualsY
So I think you'll agreeE
That the gay A D CE
Has a life that's not all beer and skittlesY

Banjo Paterson



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