Git-yer-gun Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF EBEB EGEG FFFF HHHH EFEF IHJ EKE LFLF EEEE FMF NONO LFLF LPLP HFHF EQE BRBR F F ESES FTFT HU FBFB FVFV EGEG| Thus it happened Let me mention lest I raise an unsought quarrel | A |
| This occurred in times long vanished in the land of Git yer gun | B |
| 'Tis a quaint unlikely story some folk say it has a moral | A |
| But that's a little matter you may settle when I'm done | B |
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| Mr Foodle led a party that was strongly democratic | C |
| And it represented people with the Christian name of Bill | D |
| And in all his hustings speeches Mr Foodle was emphatic | C |
| That his crowd existed solely to uphold the people's will | D |
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| Mr Boodle led a party that was Liberal or Tory | E |
| Just according to your view point and it represented those | F |
| Christened by immersion Percy whose hot socks proclaimed their glory | E |
| And its policy was such as you may readily supose | F |
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| So they strove in an election Now I wish it noted plainly | E |
| That this happened years ago and in the land of Git yer gun | B |
| And each side employed its talent to upbraid the other mainly | E |
| While the voters cheered them madly and the crowd enjoyed the fun | B |
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| The Democratic Party Bill by name supported Foodle | E |
| For such was the convention with this quaint old Party Plan | G |
| While the Tories fought like fury to promote the cause of Boodle | E |
| And of course the crowd named Percy voted for him to a man | G |
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| And the others of the nation all the Johns and Jeremiahs | F |
| All the Peters Pauls and Paddys all the Colins and Carews | F |
| All the Richards and the Roberts and the Hanks and Hezekiahs | F |
| Voted for some bloque or other each according to his views | F |
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| Then they counted up the numbers when at last the fight was over | H |
| And both Democrats and Tories Bills and Percys looked quite sour | H |
| When the numbers showed them clearly neither party stood in clover | H |
| For a few odd Independents held the balance of the power | H |
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| Mr Foodle called his Caucus And he put it to them plainly | E |
| 'Never mind the Bills ' said Foodle 'we have got them in the box | F |
| If we would escape extinction 'tis our plan to pander mainly | E |
| But with caution to the Percys and the cause of fancy socks | F |
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| 'For ' said Mr Foodle gravely 'understand me votes are needed | I |
| How to catch and how to keep them is the question of the hour | H |
| Never mind your Public Questions let the Big Things go unheeded | J |
| We must compromise a little if we mean to hold the power ' | - |
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| Mr Boodle called his Caucus And he put it to them clearly' | E |
| 'Gentlemen ignore the Percys We have got them in the bag | K |
| But the Bills we must remember have the votes we covet dearly | E |
| And till we contrive to get them we must let the Big Things lag ' | - |
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| So began the op'ning session with both sides electioneering | L |
| Boodle grew more democratic Foodle watered down his views | F |
| Bit by bit they drew together more and more alike appearing | L |
| Till the voters looking at them vowed there wasn't much to choose | F |
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| Sometimes Foodle reigned in office sometimes it was Mr Boodle | E |
| 'Twas the Grand Old Party System for the shibboleth held still | E |
| And they vowed that ev'ry voter as was plain to any noodle | E |
| Must most palpably be Percy if he wasn't christened Bill | E |
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| Meantime all the Dicks and Davids all the Johns and Jeremiahs | F |
| All the Mats and Pats and Peters surnamed Smith or Brown or Burke | M |
| Shouted with the Ned and Normans and the Hanks and Hezekiahs | F |
| 'What of those Big Public Questions When do you begin to work ' | - |
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| Still the factions went on fighting 'Tis a right that factions cherish | N |
| But on one important matter both the parties were agreed | O |
| In this world of sin and sorrow Bills may die and Percys perish | N |
| But the votes to hold his billet are a politician's need | O |
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| Boodle battled strenuously on his rival's ground encroaching | L |
| Fearlessly the Foodle faction sneaked the other Party's views | F |
| Full of fight were both opponents the elections were approaching | L |
| And upon mere Public Business none had any time to lose | F |
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| With the public patience straining and quite half the nation scoffing | L |
| At the Bill and Percy parties and the voters in despair | P |
| Lo a party led by Doodle rose serenely in the offing | L |
| And it said it represented folk who sported Ginger Hair | P |
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| Doodle soon became the fashion thousands flocked aronud his banner | H |
| Scores of Antonys and Arthurs Joes and Jacobs Mats and Micks | F |
| Even some stray Bills and Percys renegaded In like manner | H |
| Flocked the Hanks and Hezekiahs and the Davids and the Dicks | F |
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| All the Red haired of the nation joined the mighty Doodle party | E |
| And the Brown haired and the Black haired and the Grey haired sought him too | Q |
| For they said 'What does it matter He has our support most hearty | E |
| Never mind what shade your hair is He will see the Big Things through ' | - |
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| Then when that great Doodle Party swept the polls at next election | B |
| What a great rejoicing followed Heavens how the people cheered | R |
| And the Boodle Foodle party fused for general protection | B |
| Was so absolutely routed that it almost disappeared | R |
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| How the Dicks and Davids shouted with the Johns and Jeremiahs | F |
| 'We don't care what shade his hair is black or brown or pink or blue ' | - |
| 'Glory ' cried the Mats and Michaels with the Hals and Hezekiahs | F |
| 'Hail to Doodle Red haired Doodle He will see the Big Things through ' | - |
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| Mr Dooddle called his Caucus And he put it to them tersely | E |
| 'Gentlemen it now behoves us seeing all the votes we've got | S |
| To be very very careful lest we're criticised adversely | E |
| Never mind the Red haired voters we have got them in the pot | S |
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| 'But ' continued Mr Doodle 'there are others perfect snorters | F |
| There's this new Bald headed Party led by Snoodle Statesmanship | T |
| Now demands we do our utmost to win over his supporters | F |
| Meantime gentlemen I'm thinking we must let the Big Things rip | T |
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| 'Or if we must tackle something to allay the public clamor | H |
| Let us not be over zealous and this alientate support | U |
| From our Party when the Gracious ' | - |
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| I should like to go on telling how they fared but foreign raiders | F |
| At this very hour descended on the land of Git yer gun | B |
| And the Red heads and the Bald heads fell beneath the fierce invaders | F |
| Men who bore aloft a banner blazoned with a Rising Sun | B |
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| And they smote the Pats and Percys and the Jims and Jeremiahs | F |
| Bashed the Doodles smashed the Snoodles left the Mats and Micks for dead | V |
| Thrust cold steel into the vitals of the Hanks and Hezekiahs | F |
| And plugged all the Johns and Jacobs and the Josephs full of lead | V |
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| Thus it happened As I've mentioned some folk think it has a moral | E |
| You may judge that little matter as I said when I began | G |
| 'Tis to me the simple story of a very ancient quarrel | E |
| 'Mid the Git yer gun debaters with their quait old Party Plan | G |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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