The Boys Out There Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBBBA DEFFEBB BFGGFHH IBJJBEE KEBBEBB LJMMJNO BB FBBB HBPPBJJ BBBBBEE BBQQBBB BRSSRBB BFBBFBB BTUUTBB BBBBBBB| 'Why do they do it I dunno ' | A |
| Sez Digger Smith 'Yeh got me beat | B |
| Some uv the yarns yeh 'ear is true | C |
| An' some is rather umptydoo | B |
| An' some is indiscreet | B |
| But them that don't get to the crowd | B |
| Them is the ones would make you proud ' | A |
| - | |
| With Digger Smith an' other blokes | D |
| 'Oo 'ave returned it's much the same | E |
| They'll talk uv wot they've seen an' done | F |
| When they've been out to 'ave their fun | F |
| But no word uv the game | E |
| On fights an' all the tale uv blood | B |
| Their talk as they remark is dud | B |
| - | |
| It's so with soldiers I 'ave 'eard | B |
| All times The things they 'ave done | F |
| War mad with blood before their eyes | G |
| An' their ears wild fightin' cries | G |
| They ever after shun | F |
| P'r'aps they forget or find it well | H |
| Not to recall too much uv 'Ell | H |
| - | |
| An' when they won't loose up their talk | I |
| It's 'ard for us to understand | B |
| 'Ow all those boys we used to know | J |
| Ole Billo Jim an' Tom an' Joe | J |
| Done things to beat the band | B |
| We knoo they'd fight but they've became | E |
| 'Ead ringers at the fightin' game | E |
| - | |
| Well wot I've 'eard from Digger Smith | K |
| An' other soldier blokes like 'im | E |
| I've put together bit by bit | B |
| An' chewed a long time over it | B |
| An' now I've got a dim | E |
| An' 'azy notion in me 'ead | B |
| Why they is battlers born an' bred | B |
| - | |
| Wot did they know uv war first off | L |
| When they joined up Wot did I know | J |
| When I was tossed out on me neck | M |
| As if I was a shattered wreck | M |
| The time I tried to go | J |
| Flat feet Me feet 'as len'th and brea'th | N |
| Enough to kick a 'Un to death | O |
| - | |
| They don't know nothing bein' reared | B |
| Out 'ere where war 'as never spread | B |
| 'A land by bloodless conquest won ' | - |
| As some son uv a writin' gun | F |
| Sez in a book I read | B |
| They don't know nix but wot they're told | B |
| At school an' that sticks till they're old | B |
| - | |
| Yeh've got to take the kid at school | H |
| Gettin' 'is 'ist'ry lesson learned | B |
| Then tales uv Nelson an' uv Drake | P |
| Uv Wellington an' Fightin' Blake | P |
| 'Is little 'eart 'as burned | B |
| To get right out an' 'ave a go | J |
| An' sock it into some base foe | J |
| - | |
| Nothin' but glory fills 'is mind | B |
| The British charge is somethin' grand | B |
| The soldier that 'e reads about | B |
| Don't 'ave no time for fear an' doubt | B |
| 'E's the 'eroic brand | B |
| So when the boy gets in the game | E |
| 'E jist wades in an' does the same | E |
| - | |
| Not bein' old 'ands at the stunt | B |
| They simply does as they are told | B |
| But bein' Aussies Spare me days | Q |
| They never thinks uv other ways | Q |
| But does it brave an' bold | B |
| That's 'arf an' for the other part | B |
| Yeh got to go back to the start | B |
| - | |
| Yeh've got to go right back to Dad | B |
| To Gran'dad and the pioneers | R |
| 'Oo packed up all their bag uv tricks | S |
| An' come out 'ere in fifty six | S |
| An' battled thro' the years | R |
| Our Gran'dads and their women too | B |
| That 'ad the grit to face the new | B |
| - | |
| It's that old stock an' more than that | B |
| It's Bill an' Jim an' ev'ry son | F |
| Gettin' three good meat meals a day | B |
| An' 'eaps uv chance to go an' play | B |
| Out in the bonzer sun | F |
| It's partly that but don't forget | B |
| When it's all said there's something yet | B |
| - | |
| There's something yet an' there I'm beat | B |
| Crowds uv these lads I've known but then | T |
| They 'ave got somethin' from this war | U |
| Somethin' they never 'ad before | U |
| That makes 'em better men | T |
| Better There's no word I can get | B |
| To name it right There's somethin' yet | B |
| - | |
| We 'ear a lot about reward | B |
| We praise an' sling the cheers about | B |
| But there was debts we can't repay | B |
| Piled up on us one single day | B |
| When that first list come out | B |
| There ain't no way to pay that debt | B |
| Do wot we can there's somethin' yet | B |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about The Boys Out There poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Best Poems of Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis