A Holy War Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBABA CDCDDCDC EBEBBEB BFBFFBFB D DGHDG IJIIIIII KLKLLKKK CMCMM N B BOOBON PKPKKPKP KIKIIKIK BQBQQBQB IRIERIRI NBNB NB BB BBBB BK KKBKB OKOSSOSO| 'Young friend ' I tries to duck but miss the bus | A |
| 'E sees me first an' 'as me by the 'and | B |
| 'Young friend ' 'e sez an' starts to make a fuss | A |
| At meetin' me 'Why this ' 'e sez 'is grand | B |
| Events is workin' better than I planned | B |
| It's Providence that I should meet you thus | A |
| You're jist the man ' 'e sez 'to make a stand | B |
| An' strive for us | A |
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| 'Young friend ' 'e sez 'allow me to explain | C |
| But wot 'e 'as to say too well I knows | D |
| I got the stren'th uv it in Spadgers Lane | C |
| Not 'arf an hour before'and when I goes | D |
| To see if I could pick up news uv Rose | D |
| After that dentist let me off the chain | C |
| 'Painless ' 'e's labelled So 'e is I s'pose | D |
| I 'ad the pain | C |
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| 'Young friend ' 'e sez I let 'im 'ave 'is say | E |
| Though I'm already wise to all 'e said | B |
| The queer old parson with 'is gentle way | E |
| 'E tied Doreen an' me when we was wed | B |
| I likes 'im from 'is ole soft snowy 'ead | B |
| Down to 'is boots 'E ain't the sort to pray | E |
| When folks needs bread | B |
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| Yeh'd think that 'e was simple as a child | B |
| An' so 'e is some ways but by and by | F |
| While 'e is talkin' churchy like an' mild | B |
| Yeh catch a tiny twinkle in 'is eye | F |
| Which gives the office that 'e's pretty fly | F |
| To cunnin' lurks 'E ain't to be beguiled | B |
| With fairy tales An' when I've seen 'em try | F |
| 'E's only smiled | B |
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| 'Young friend ' 'e sez 'I am beset by foes | D |
| The Church ' 'e sez 'is in a quandary ' | - |
| An' then 'e takes an' spills out all 'is woes | D |
| An' 'ints that this 'ere job is up to me | G |
| 'Yer aid per'aps yer strong right arm ' sez 'e | H |
| 'Is needed if we are to rescue Rose | D |
| From wot base schemes an' wot iniquity | G |
| Gawd only knows ' | - |
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| This is the sorry tale Rose sick an' low | I |
| In funds an' frien's an' far too proud to beg | J |
| Is gittin' sorely tempted fer to go | I |
| Into the spielin' trade by one Spike Wegg | I |
| I knoo this Spike uv old a reel bad egg | I |
| ' o's easy livin' is to git in tow | I |
| Some country mug an' pull 'is little leg | I |
| Fer all 'is dough | I |
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| A crooked crook is Spike amongst the crooks | K |
| A rat 'oo'd come the double on 'is friends | L |
| Flash in 'is ways but innercint in looks | K |
| Which 'e works well fer 'is un'oly ends | L |
| 'It's 'ard to know ' sez Snowy 'why Fate sends | L |
| Sich men among us or why justice brooks | K |
| Their evil ways which they but seldom mends | K |
| Except in books | K |
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| 'Young friend ' 'e sez 'You're known in Spadgers Lane | C |
| You know their ways We must seek out this man | M |
| With 'er pray'r an' persuasion 'ave been vain | C |
| I've pleaded but she's bound to 'is vile plan | M |
| I'd 'ave you treat 'im gently if you can | M |
| But if you can't well I need not explain ' | - |
| 'E twinkles 'ere 'I'm growin' partisan | N |
| I must refrain ' | - |
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| 'Do you mean stoush ' I sez 'Fer if yeh do | B |
| I warn yeh that a scrap might put me queer ' | - |
| 'Young friend ' sez 'e 'I leave the means to you | B |
| Far be it from the Church to interfere | O |
| With noble works ' But I sez 'Now look 'ere | O |
| I got a wife at 'ome you know 'er too | B |
| Ther's certin things I never could make clear | O |
| If once she knoo | N |
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| 'I got a wife ' I sez 'an' loves 'er well | P |
| Like I loves peace an' quite An' if I goes | K |
| Down into Spadgers raisin' merry 'ell | P |
| Breakin' the peace an' things account uv Rose | K |
| Where that might land me goodness only knows | K |
| 'Ow women sees these things no man can tell | P |
| I've done with stoush ' I sez ''Ard knocks an' blows | K |
| 'Ave took a spell | P |
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| 'I've done with stoush ' I sez But in some place | K |
| Deep in me 'eart a voice begun to sing | I |
| A lurin' little voice with motives base | K |
| It's ten long years since I was in a ring | I |
| Ten years since I gave that left 'ook a swing | I |
| Ten weary years since I pushed in a face | K |
| An' 'ere's a chance to 'ave a little fling | I |
| With no disgrace | K |
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| 'Stoush Stoush young friend ' 'e sez 'Where 'ave I 'eard | B |
| That term I gather it refers to strife | Q |
| But there ' 'e sez 'why quarrel with a word | B |
| As you 'ave said indeed I know yer wife | Q |
| An' should she 'ear you went where vice is rife | Q |
| To battle fer the right But it's absurd | B |
| To look fer gallantry in modrin life | Q |
| It's a rare bird | B |
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| 'Young friend ' 'e sez An' quicker than a wink | I |
| 'Is twinklin' eyes grew sudden very grave | R |
| 'Young friend ' 'e sez 'I know jist wot yeh think | I |
| Uv 'ow us parsons blather an' be'ave | E |
| But I 'ave 'ere a woman's soul to save | R |
| A lonely woman tremblin' on the brink | I |
| Uv black perdition blacker than the grave | R |
| An' she must sink | I |
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| 'Yes she must sink ' 'e sez 'For I 'ave done | N |
| All that a man uv my poor parts can do | B |
| An' I 'ave failed There was not anyone | N |
| That I could turn to till I met with you | B |
| But now that 'ope 'as gone an' 'er 'ope too ' | - |
| ''Old on ' I sez 'Just let me think for one | N |
| Brief 'alf a mo I'd love a crack or two | B |
| At this flash gun ' | - |
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| 'Righto ' I sez an' turns me back on doubt | B |
| 'I'm with yeh parson I go down to night | B |
| To Spadgers an' jist looks this Spike Wegg out ' | - |
| 'Young friend ' 'e sez 'be sure you've chosen right | B |
| Remember I do not desire a fight | B |
| But if ' 'Now don't you fret ' I sez 'about | B |
| No vi'lince If I'm forced it will be quite | B |
| A friendly clout ' | - |
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| 'Young friend ' 'e sez 'if you go I go too | B |
| Maybe by counsel I may yet injuce | K |
| This evil man ' 'It ain't no game for you ' | - |
| I argues with 'im But it ain't no use | K |
| 'I go ' 'e sez an' won't take no ixcuse | K |
| So that's all fixed An' us crusaders two | B |
| Goes down to night to Spadgers to cut loose | K |
| Till all is blue | B |
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| 'Ow can Doreen make trouble or git sore | O |
| Already I can 'ear 'er scold an' so | K |
| But this ain't stoushin' It's a 'oly war | O |
| The blessin' uv the Church is on the job | S |
| I'm a church worker with full leave to lob | S |
| A sacrid left on Spike Wegg's wicked jor | O |
| Jist let me Once An' after s'elp me bob | S |
| Never no more | O |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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