Introduction: Rose Of Spadgers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBA CDCDCD DEEDDEED DFDFDF DEEDDEED EDEDED FDDFFDDF EGEGEG HEEHHEEH HFHFHF HHHHHHHH EEEEEE HFFHHFFH EIEIEI EJJEEJJE HEHEHE JFFJJFFJ EK LEF EKKEEKKE JEJEJEI've crawled I've eaten dirt I've lied a treat | A |
I've dodged the cops an' led a double life | B |
I've readied up wild tales to tell me wife | B |
W'ich afterwards I've 'ad to take an' eat | A |
Red raw Aw I been goin' it to beat | A |
A big massed band mixin' with sin an' strife | B |
Gettin' me bellers punchered with a knife | B |
An' all but endin' up in Russell Street | A |
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I've mixed it with the blessin' uv the church | C |
Down there in Spadgers fightin' mad an' blind | D |
With 'oly rage I've 'ad full leaf to smirch | C |
Me tongue with sich rude words as come to mind | D |
Becos I 'ated leavin' in the lurch | C |
Wot Ginger Mick me cobber left be'ind | D |
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Don't git me wrong I never went an' planned | D |
No gory all in scraps or double deals | E |
But one thing follered on another 'eels | E |
Jist like they do in life until I land | D |
Flop in the soup surprised you understand | D |
But not averse jist like a feller feels | E |
'Oo reaches fer the water jug at meals | E |
An' finds a dinkum gargle in 'is 'and | D |
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Su'prised but not averse That puts it right | D |
An' if Fate 'as these things all fixed before | F |
Well wot's a bloke to do to 'oo a fight | D |
Was not unwelkim in the days of yore | F |
Pertickler when 'e knows 'is cause is right | D |
An' 'as a gorspil spritiker to ongcore | F |
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Regardin' morils I was on a cert | D |
Fer if I'd missed the step an' fell frum grace | E |
By rudely pushin' in me brother's face | E |
Without no just ixcuse it might uv 'urt | D |
But this Spike Wegg the narsty little squirt | D |
Collected 'is becos ther' was no trace | E |
Uv virchoo in the cow 'Is aims was base | E |
When 'e laid out to tempt a honest skirt | D |
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An' so me arm was strong becoz me cause | E |
Was on the square an' I don't 'esitate | D |
The parson bloke 'e sez all moril laws | E |
They justified me act But anyrate | D |
Before I crools this yarn we better pause | E |
Till I gives you the dope an' git it straight | D |
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Now Ginger Mick me cobber went to war | F |
An' on Gallipoli 'e wandered West | D |
Per'aps less said about 'is life the best | D |
It was 'is death that shoved along 'is score | F |
But that tale's old an' Ginger ain't no more | F |
'E done 'is bit an' faded like the rest | D |
'Oo fought an' fell an' left wot they loved best | D |
In 'opes they'd be dealt fair by pals of yore | F |
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An' all Mick left was Rose 'Look after Rose | E |
Mafeesh ' 'e sez when 'e was on the brink | G |
An' there was thousan's like 'im I suppose | E |
I ain't no moralizer fer to think | G |
Wot others ort to do I only knows | E |
I 'ad me job frum w'ich I durstn't shrink | G |
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Unless you 'ave a beat down Spadgers way | H |
I don't ixpect you ever met with Rose | E |
She don't move in yer circle I suppose | E |
Or call to bite a bun upon yer Day | H |
An' if yeh got a intro I dare say | H |
Yeh'd take it snifty an' turn up yer nose | E |
Now that we don't need Micks to fight our foes | E |
Them an' their Roses 'as to fade away | H |
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They 'ave to simmer down an' not ubtrude | H |
Now we are safe an' finished with the war | F |
We don't intend to be unkind or rude | H |
Or crayfish on the things we said before | F |
Uv our brave boys An' as fer gratichood | H |
Well there's a Guv'mint ain't there Wot's it for | F |
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But Mick buzzed orf too quick to wed a bride | H |
An' leave a widder doo fer Guv'mint aid | H |
Spite uv ole Spadgers Rose was still a maid | H |
An' spite uv Spadgers she still 'as 'er pride | H |
That wouldn't let 'er whimper if she tried | H |
Or profit by 'er misery an' trade | H |
On Mick's departin' an' the noise it made | H |
I know 'er An' I know she'd sooner died | H |
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I know 'er But to them that never knows | E |
An' never tries to know the 'earts an' ways | E |
Uv common folk there wus n't much to Rose | E |
That called fer any speshul loud 'Oorays | E |
Nothin' 'eroic She's jist 'one uv those' | E |
One uv the ruck that don't attract our gaze | E |
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I guess you was n't born down Spadgers way | H |
Or spent yer child'ood in the gutter there | F |
Jist runnin' wild or dragged up be the 'air | F |
Till you was fit to earn a bit of pay | H |
By honest toil or any other way | H |
You never 'ad to battle to keep square | F |
Or learn first 'and uv every trap an' snare | F |
That life 'as waitin' for yeh day by day | H |
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But I 'ave read about a flower that grows | E |
Once in a while upon a 'eap uv muck | I |
It ain't the flower's own choosin' I suppose | E |
An' bein' sweet an' pure is jist its luck | I |
There's 'uman blooms I've knowed the like uv those | E |
Strugglin' in weeds an' 'struth I like their pluck | I |
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Don't make no error I ain't givin' Rose | E |
The 'igh bred manners uv some soshul queen | J |
She were n't no shrinkin' simperin' girleen | J |
With modest glances droopin' to 'er toes | E |
She'd smash a prowlin' male acrost the nose | E |
As quick as any tart I ever seen | J |
But bli'me she was straight an' she was clean | J |
As more than one mauled lady killer knows | E |
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Straight as a die An' jist as clean an' sweet | H |
An' thorny as the bloom 'oose name she bears | E |
To cling on to 'er virchoo weren't no feat | H |
With 'er she simply kep' it unawares | E |
An' natchril like people trust their feet | H |
An' don't turn silly 'and springs on the stairs | E |
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That's 'ow Mick found an' left 'er straight an' clean | J |
She seen the good in 'im long years before | F |
'E proved it good an' plenty at the war | F |
She loved an' mothered 'im becos she seen | J |
The big softhearted boy 'e'd alwiz been | J |
Be'ind 'is leery ways an' fightin' jor | F |
An' all 'is little mix ups with the Lor | F |
She knoo 'e weren't the man to treat 'er mean | J |
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They was a proper match But Mick 'e goes | E |
An' slips 'is wind there on Gallipoli | K |
Jist pausin' to remark 'Look after Rose ' | - |
An' if them partin' words weren't meant fer me | L |
Well I'm the gay angora I suppose | E |
In this divertin' slab uv 'istory | F |
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It ain't no soft romance with pale pink bows | E |
This common little tale I 'ave to tell | K |
Concernin' common on folk an' wot befell | K |
When me an' my ole parson cobber goes | E |
An' does our bit in lookin' after Rose | E |
The Church admits I done my part reel well | K |
An' there won't be no need to ring a bell | K |
Or call the cops in when the langwidge flows | E |
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So 'ere's a go If my remarks is plain | J |
An' short uv frills they soots me tale an' so | E |
I 'opes the rood boorjosie will refrain | J |
Frum vulger chuckin' orf fer well I know | E |
Ladies an' gentlemen uv Spadgers Lane | J |
Won't fail to un'erstand So 'ere's a go | E |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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