A War March Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCADEEFFGGHHIJKKCCL MMNF OPOOOOOIIQRQQSSTTUUU VVWWKKFF EXEREEYYEERRRFFZZEEF FT FFTTF EEFFRRA2A2EEB2B2C2D2 RR OOOTBE2F2F2C2C2BBEET TG2G2F2F2TE FF2AXF2F2EOF EETTH2H2EEI2I2| Ow Wow Wow | A |
| Funeral note sustained by flutes suggesting a long bodied | B |
| short legged large headed dog in anguish | C |
| Ow Wow | A |
| We are the people who make the row | D |
| We are the nation that skites and brags | E |
| Marching the goose step waving the falgs | E |
| Hoch | F |
| We talk too much and we lose our block | F |
| We scheme and spy we plot we lie | G |
| To blow the whoe world into the sky | G |
| The Kaiser spouts and the Junkers rave | H |
| Hoch for the Superman strong and brave | H |
| But what is the use of a Superman | I |
| With 'frightfulness' for his darling plan | J |
| If he has no cities to burn and loot | K |
| No women to ravish no babies to shoot | K |
| Shall treaties bind us against our wish | C |
| Rip Swish | C |
| Violins Tearing noise as of scraps of paper being destroyed | L |
| Now at last shall the whole world learn | M |
| Of the cult of the Teuton strong and stern | M |
| Ho for the Superman running amok | N |
| Hoch | F |
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| Um ta um ta tiddley um tum | O |
| Uncertain note as of a German band that has been told to move on | P |
| Pompety pom pom tiddeley um tum | O |
| Way for the 'blond beasts ' Here they come | O |
| While big guns thunder the nations' doom | O |
| Boom | O |
| Room Room | O |
| Room for the German A place in the sun | I |
| He'll play the Devil now he's begun | I |
| Ker r r rump Bump | Q |
| Drums Noise of an exploding cathedral | R |
| Ho the gaping wound and the bleeding stump | Q |
| Watch the little ones how they jump | Q |
| While we shoot and stab and plunder and grab | S |
| Spurred by a Kaiser's arrogant gab | S |
| While the Glorious Junker | T |
| Grows drunker | T |
| And drunker on blood | U |
| Blood Blood | U |
| Sword or cannon or fire or flood | U |
| Never shall stay our conquering feet | V |
| On through city and village street | V |
| Feet that savagely madly tread | W |
| Over the living over the dead | W |
| Shoot Shoot | K |
| Burn and pillage and slay and loot | K |
| To the sound of our guns shall the whole world rock | F |
| Hoch | F |
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| Shrieks | E |
| Flutes piccolos and trombones render respectively the cries of | X |
| children shrieks of women and groans of tortured non cambatants | E |
| Violins wail mournfully | R |
| Shrieks Shrieks | E |
| Hoch der Kaiser The whole land reeks | E |
| With tales of torture and savage rape | Y |
| Of fiends and satyrs in human shape | Y |
| Fat hands grabbing where white flesh shrinks | E |
| And murdered age to the red earth sinks | E |
| Kill Kill | R |
| Now at length shall we gorge our fill | R |
| And all shall bow to the German will | R |
| By the maids we ravish our lust to slake | F |
| By the smoking ruin that mark our wake | F |
| By the blood we spill and the hearths we blast | Z |
| This is The Day The Day at last | Z |
| Praise to God On our bended knees | E |
| We render thaks for boons like these | E |
| For God and the Kaiser our cohorts flock | F |
| Hoch | F |
| Scrap of German hymn tune interpolated here | T |
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| Ach Donnerwelter Himmel Ach | F |
| Medley of indescribable noises rendered by full orchestra symbolic | F |
| partly of a German band that is being severely kicked by an irate householder | T |
| and partly innumerable blutwursts suddenly arrested in mid career | T |
| Ach Ach | F |
| 'Dot vos not fair to shoot in der back ' | - |
| Who is this that as dared to face | E |
| Our hosts unconquered and pace by pace | E |
| Presses us backward and ever back | F |
| Over the blasted desolate rack | F |
| What of the plans we planned so well | R |
| We looked for victory this is Hell | R |
| Hold Hold | A2 |
| Mark the heaps of our comrades bold | A2 |
| Look on the corpses of Culture's sons | E |
| Martyrs slain by a savage's guns | E |
| Respite now in this feast of death | B2 |
| Time An Armistice Give us breath | B2 |
| Nay Then we cry to the whole wide world | C2 |
| Shame on our foe for a plea denied | D2 |
| Savages Brutes Barbarians all | R |
| Here shall we fight with our backs to the wall | R |
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| Boom Boom Boom | O |
| Ten more thousands gone to their doom | O |
| Boom | O |
| Bass drums only for bars symbolising a prolonged artillery war | T |
| Into this there breaks suddenly the frenzied howl of the long bodied | B |
| short legged large deaded dog already mentioned | E2 |
| Hate Hate Hate Hate | F2 |
| We spit on the British here at our gate | F2 |
| Foe of humanity Curst of the world | C2 |
| On him alone let our hate be hurled | C2 |
| For his smiling sneers at the Junkers' creed | B |
| For his cold rebuke to a Kaiser's greed | B |
| For his calm disdain of our noble race | E |
| We fling our spite in his scornful face | E |
| Under the sea and high in the air | T |
| Death shall seek for him everywhere | T |
| The lurking death in the submarine | G2 |
| The swooping death in the air machine | G2 |
| Alone of them all he had sealed our fate | F2 |
| Hate Hate HATE | F2 |
| Prolonged discord followed by deep mysterious silence imposed by censor | T |
| for bars | E |
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| Bang | F |
| Deep staccato note as of a bursting blutwurst | F2 |
| Ow Wow Wow | A |
| Dying howl of a stricken hound Silence again for an indefinite number of | X |
| bars Then in countless bars saloons tea shops coffee houses cafes and | F2 |
| restaurants throughout the British Empire and most of Europe a sudden loud | F2 |
| triumphant chorus toned by a note of relief and dominated by 'The Marseillaise' | E |
| and 'Tipperary ' A somewhat uncertain but distinctly nasal cheer is heard from | O |
| the direction of New York | F |
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| Peace Peace | E |
| At last the sounds of the big guns cease | E |
| At last the beast is chased to his lair | T |
| And we breathe again of the good clean air | T |
| The gates have fallen The Allies win | H2 |
| And the boys are macrhing about Berlin | H2 |
| The Kaiser's down and the story goes | E |
| A British Tommy has pulled his nose | E |
| The German eagle has got the pip | I2 |
| Vive les Allies Hooroo Hip Hip | I2 |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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