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