A Letter To The Front Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAA BCDEFCGG HHIIAAAA CCJJAACC KKKKKKDD LLMMKKNN KKKKAAKK EEAANNOO AAPQNNCC| I 'ave written Mick a letter in reply to one uv 'is | A |
| Where 'e arsts 'ow things is goin' where the gums an' wattles is | A |
| So I tries to buck 'im up a bit to go fer Abdul's fez | A |
| An' I ain't no nob at litrachure but this is wot I sez | A |
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| I suppose you fellers dream Mick in between the scraps out them | B |
| Uv the land yeh left be'ind yeh when yeh sailed to do yer share | C |
| Uv Collins Street or Rundle Street or Pitt or George or Hay | D |
| Uv the land beyond the Murray or along the Castlereagh | E |
| An' I guess yeh dream of old days an' the things yeh used to do | F |
| An' yeh wonder 'ow 'twill strike yeh when yeh've seen this business thro' | C |
| An' yeh try to count yer chances when yeh've finished wiv the Turk | G |
| An' swap the gaudy war game fer a spell o' plain drab work | G |
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| Well Mick yeh know jist 'ow it is these early days o' Spring | H |
| When the gildin' o' the wattle chucks a glow on everything | H |
| Them olden days the golden days that you remember well | I |
| In spite o' war an' worry Mick are wiv us fer a spell | I |
| Fer the green is on the paddicks an' the sap is in the trees | A |
| An' the bush birds in the gullies sing the ole sweet melerdies | A |
| An' we're 'opin' as we 'ear 'em that when next the Springtime comes | A |
| You'll be wiv us 'ere to listen to that bird tork in the gums | A |
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| It's much the same ole Springtime Mick yeh reckerlect uv yore | C |
| Boronier an' dafferdils and wattle blooms once more | C |
| Sling sweetness over city streets an' seem to put to shame | J |
| The rotten greed an' butchery that got you on this game | J |
| The same ole sweet September days an' much the same ole place | A |
| Yet there's a sort o' somethin' Mick upon each passin' face | A |
| A sort o' look that's got me beat a look that you put there | C |
| The day yeh lobbed upon the beach an' charged at Sari Bair | C |
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| It isn't that we're boastin' lad we've done wiv most o' that | K |
| The froth the cheers the flappin' flags the giddy wavin' 'at | K |
| Sich things is childish memories we blush to 'ave 'em told | K |
| Fer we 'ave seen our wounded Mick an' it 'as made us old | K |
| We ain't growed soggy wiv regret we ain't swelled out wiv pride | K |
| But we 'ave seen it's up to us to lay our toys aside | K |
| An' it wus you that taught us Mick we've growed too old fer play | D |
| An' everlastin' picter shows an' going' down the Bay | D |
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| An' as grown man dreams at times uv boy'ood days gone by | L |
| So when we're feelin' crook I s'pose we'll sometimes sit an' sigh | L |
| But as a clean lad takes the ring wiv mind an' 'eart serene | M |
| So I am 'opin' we will fight to make our man'ood clean | M |
| When orl the stoushin's over Mick there's 'eaps o' work to do | K |
| An' in the peaceful scraps to come we'll still be needin' you | K |
| We will be needin' you the more fer wot yeh've seen an' done | N |
| Fer you were born a Builder lad an' we 'ave jist begun | N |
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| There's bin a lot o' tork ole mate uv wot we owe to you | K |
| An' wot yeh've braved an' done fer us an' wot we mean to do | K |
| We've 'ailed you boys as 'eroes Mick an' torked uv just reward | K |
| When you 'ave done the job yer at an' slung aside the sword | K |
| I guess it makes yeh think a bit an' weigh this gaudy praise | A |
| Fer even 'eroes 'ave to eat an' there is other days | A |
| The days to come when we don't need no bonzer boys to fight | K |
| When the flamin' picnic's over an' the Leeuwin looms in sight | K |
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| Then there's another fight to fight an' you will find it tough | E |
| To sling the Kharki clobber fer the plain civilian stuff | E |
| When orl the cheerin' dies away an' 'ero worship flops | A |
| Yeh'll 'ave to face the ole tame life 'ard yakker or 'ard cops | A |
| But lad yer land is wantin' yeh an' wantin' each strong son | N |
| To fight the fight that never knows the firin' uv a gun | N |
| The steady fight when orl you boys will show wot you are worth | O |
| An' punch a cow on Yarra Flats or drive a quill in Perth | O |
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| The gilt is on the wattle Mick young leaves is on the trees | A |
| An' the bush birds in the gullies swap the ole sweet melerdies | A |
| There's a good green land awaitin' you when you come 'ome again | P |
| To swing a pick at Ballarat or ride Yarrowie Plain | Q |
| The streets is gay wiv dafferdils but haggard in the sun | N |
| A wounded soljer passes an' we know ole days is done | N |
| Fer somew'ere down inside us lad is somethin' you put there | C |
| The day yeh swung a dirty left fer us at Sari Bair | C |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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