Caldwell Of Springfield Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEFGG HHIJJHH KKLLJJ MMNNOO CCBB| Here's the spot Look around you Above on the height | A |
| Lay the Hessians encamped By that church on the right | A |
| Stood the gaunt Jersey farmers And here ran a wall | B |
| You may dig anywhere and you'll turn up a ball | B |
| Nothing more Grasses spring waters run flowers blow | C |
| Pretty much as they did ninety three years ago | C |
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| Nothing more did I say Stay one moment you've heard | D |
| Of Caldwell the parson who once preached the word | D |
| Down at Springfield What no Come that's bad why he had | E |
| All the Jerseys aflame And they gave him the name | F |
| Of the rebel high priest He stuck in their gorge | G |
| For he loved the Lord God and he hated King George | G |
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| He had cause you might say When the Hessians that day | H |
| Marched up with Knyphausen they stopped on their way | H |
| At the farms where his wife with a child in her arms | I |
| Sat alone in the house How it happened none knew | J |
| But God and that one of the hireling crew | J |
| Who fired the shot Enough there she lay | H |
| And Caldwell the chaplain her husband away | H |
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| Did he preach did he pray Think of him as you stand | K |
| By the old church to day think of him and his band | K |
| Of militant ploughboys See the smoke and the heat | L |
| Of that reckless advance of that straggling retreat | L |
| Keep the ghost of that wife foully slain in your view | J |
| And what could you what should you what would you do | J |
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| Why just what he did They were left in the lurch | M |
| For the want of more wadding He ran to the church | M |
| Broke the door stripped the pews and dashed out in the road | N |
| With his arms full of hymn books and threw down his load | N |
| At their feet Then above all the shouting and shots | O |
| Rang his voice Put Watts into 'em Boys give 'em Watts | O |
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| And they did That is all Grasses spring flowers blow | C |
| Pretty much as they did ninety three years ago | C |
| You may dig anywhere and you'll turn up a ball | B |
| But not always a hero like this and that's all | B |
Bret Harte (francis)
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