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 JEJEJE

I've crawled I've eaten dirt I've lied a treatA
I've dodged the cops an' led a double lifeB
I've readied up wild tales to tell me wifeB
W'ich afterwards I've 'ad to take an' eatA
Red raw Aw I been goin' it to beatA
A big massed band mixin' with sin an' strifeB
Gettin' me bellers punchered with a knifeB
An' all but endin' up in Russell StreetA
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I've mixed it with the blessin' uv the churchC
Down there in Spadgers fightin' mad an' blindD
With 'oly rage I've 'ad full leaf to smirchC
Me tongue with sich rude words as come to mindD
Becos I 'ated leavin' in the lurchC
Wot Ginger Mick me cobber left be'indD
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Don't git me wrong I never went an' plannedD
No gory all in scraps or double dealsE
But one thing follered on another 'eelsE
Jist like they do in life until I landD
Flop in the soup surprised you understandD
But not averse jist like a feller feelsE
'Oo reaches fer the water jug at mealsE
An' finds a dinkum gargle in 'is 'andD
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Su'prised but not averse That puts it rightD
An' if Fate 'as these things all fixed beforeF
Well wot's a bloke to do to 'oo a fightD
Was not unwelkim in the days of yoreF
Pertickler when 'e knows 'is cause is rightD
An' 'as a gorspil spritiker to ongcoreF
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Regardin' morils I was on a certD
Fer if I'd missed the step an' fell frum graceE
By rudely pushin' in me brother's faceE
Without no just ixcuse it might uv 'urtD
But this Spike Wegg the narsty little squirtD
Collected 'is becos ther' was no traceE
Uv virchoo in the cow 'Is aims was baseE
When 'e laid out to tempt a honest skirtD
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An' so me arm was strong becoz me causeE
Was on the square an' I don't 'esitateD
The parson bloke 'e sez all moril lawsE
They justified me act But anyrateD
Before I crools this yarn we better pauseE
Till I gives you the dope an' git it straightD
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Now Ginger Mick me cobber went to warF
An' on Gallipoli 'e wandered WestD
Per'aps less said about 'is life the bestD
It was 'is death that shoved along 'is scoreF
But that tale's old an' Ginger ain't no moreF
'E done 'is bit an' faded like the restD
'Oo fought an' fell an' left wot they loved bestD
In 'opes they'd be dealt fair by pals of yoreF
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An' all Mick left was Rose 'Look after RoseE
Mafeesh ' 'e sez when 'e was on the brinkG
An' there was thousan's like 'im I supposeE
I ain't no moralizer fer to thinkG
Wot others ort to do I only knowsE
I 'ad me job frum w'ich I durstn't shrinkG
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Unless you 'ave a beat down Spadgers wayH
I don't ixpect you ever met with RoseE
She don't move in yer circle I supposeE
Or call to bite a bun upon yer DayH
An' if yeh got a intro I dare sayH
Yeh'd take it snifty an' turn up yer noseE
Now that we don't need Micks to fight our foesE
Them an' their Roses 'as to fade awayH
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They 'ave to simmer down an' not ubtrudeH
Now we are safe an' finished with the warF
We don't intend to be unkind or rudeH
Or crayfish on the things we said beforeF
Uv our brave boys An' as fer gratichoodH
Well there's a Guv'mint ain't there Wot's it forF
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But Mick buzzed orf too quick to wed a brideH
An' leave a widder doo fer Guv'mint aidH
Spite uv ole Spadgers Rose was still a maidH
An' spite uv Spadgers she still 'as 'er prideH
That wouldn't let 'er whimper if she triedH
Or profit by 'er misery an' tradeH
On Mick's departin' an' the noise it madeH
I know 'er An' I know she'd sooner diedH
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I know 'er But to them that never knowsE
An' never tries to know the 'earts an' waysE
Uv common folk there wus n't much to RoseE
That called fer any speshul loud 'OoraysE
Nothin' 'eroic She's jist 'one uv those'E
One uv the ruck that don't attract our gazeE
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I guess you was n't born down Spadgers wayH
Or spent yer child'ood in the gutter thereF
Jist runnin' wild or dragged up be the 'airF
Till you was fit to earn a bit of payH
By honest toil or any other wayH
You never 'ad to battle to keep squareF
Or learn first 'and uv every trap an' snareF
That life 'as waitin' for yeh day by dayH
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But I 'ave read about a flower that growsE
Once in a while upon a 'eap uv muckI
It ain't the flower's own choosin' I supposeE
An' bein' sweet an' pure is jist its luckI
There's 'uman blooms I've knowed the like uv thoseE
Strugglin' in weeds an' 'struth I like their pluckI
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Don't make no error I ain't givin' RoseE
The 'igh bred manners uv some soshul queenJ
She were n't no shrinkin' simperin' girleenJ
With modest glances droopin' to 'er toesE
She'd smash a prowlin' male acrost the noseE
As quick as any tart I ever seenJ
But bli'me she was straight an' she was cleanJ
As more than one mauled lady killer knowsE
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Straight as a die An' jist as clean an' sweetH
An' thorny as the bloom 'oose name she bearsE
To cling on to 'er virchoo weren't no featH
With 'er she simply kep' it unawaresE
An' natchril like people trust their feetH
An' don't turn silly 'and springs on the stairsE
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That's 'ow Mick found an' left 'er straight an' cleanJ
She seen the good in 'im long years beforeF
'E proved it good an' plenty at the warF
She loved an' mothered 'im becos she seenJ
The big softhearted boy 'e'd alwiz beenJ
Be'ind 'is leery ways an' fightin' jorF
An' all 'is little mix ups with the LorF
She knoo 'e weren't the man to treat 'er meanJ
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They was a proper match But Mick 'e goesE
An' slips 'is wind there on GallipoliK
Jist pausin' to remark 'Look after Rose '-
An' if them partin' words weren't meant fer meL
Well I'm the gay angora I supposeE
In this divertin' slab uv 'istoryF
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It ain't no soft romance with pale pink bowsE
This common little tale I 'ave to tellK
Concernin' common on folk an' wot befellK
When me an' my ole parson cobber goesE
An' does our bit in lookin' after RoseE
The Church admits I done my part reel wellK
An' there won't be no need to ring a bellK
Or call the cops in when the langwidge flowsE
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So 'ere's a go If my remarks is plainJ
An' short uv frills they soots me tale an' soE
I 'opes the rood boorjosie will refrainJ
Frum vulger chuckin' orf fer well I knowE
Ladies an' gentlemen uv Spadgers LaneJ
Won't fail to un'erstand So 'ere's a goE

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis



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