The Call Of Stoush Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEBEF GHIHJJ KBKBL MNONP QRQRSS TQTQBB UVU WB SXSXBB SYSYZZ A2KA2B2C2C2 BD2BD2SS E2SE2SF2F2 XG2XG2H2H2 H2BH2BSS BXBXSS| Wot price ole Ginger Mick 'E's done a break | A |
| Gone to the flamin' war to stoush the foe | B |
| Wus it fer glory or a woman's sake | A |
| Ar arst me somethin' easy I dunno | B |
| 'Is Kharki clobber set 'im off a treat | C |
| That's all I know 'is motive's got me beat | C |
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| Ole Mick 'e's trainin' up in Cairo now | D |
| An' all the cops in Spadger's Lane is sad | E |
| They miss 'is music in the midnight row | B |
| Wot time the pushes mix it good an' glad | E |
| Fer 'e wus one o' them you understand | F |
| Wot 'soils the soshul life uv this fair land ' | - |
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| A peb wus Mick a leery bloke wus 'e | G |
| Low down an' given to the brinnin' cup | H |
| The sort o' chap that coves like you an' me | I |
| Don't mix wiv 'cos of our strick bringin's up | H |
| An' 'e wus sich becos unseein' Fate | J |
| Lobbed 'im in life a 'undred years too late | J |
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| 'E wus a man uv vierlence wus Mick | K |
| Coarse wiv 'is speech an' in 'is manner low | B |
| Slick wiv 'is 'ands an' 'andy wiv a brick | K |
| When bricks wus needful to defeat a foe | B |
| An' now 'e's gone an' mizzled to the war | L |
| An' some blokes 'as the nerve to arst 'Wot for ' | - |
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| Wot for gawstruth 'E wus no patriot | M |
| That sits an' brays advice in days uv strife | N |
| 'E never flapped no flags nor sich like rot | O |
| 'E never sung 'Gawsave' in all 'is life | N |
| 'E wus dispised be them that make sicg noise | P |
| But now O strike 'e's 'one uv our brave boys ' | - |
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| 'E's one uv our brave boys all right all right | Q |
| 'Is early trainin' down in Spadgers Lane | R |
| Done 'im no 'arm fer this 'ere orl in fight | Q |
| 'Is loss o' culcher is 'is country's gain | R |
| 'Im wiv 'is carst ir'n chiv an' leery ways | S |
| An' swell tarts 'eavin' 'im sweet words o' praise | S |
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| Why did 'e go 'E 'ad a decent job | T |
| 'Is tart an' 'im they could 'a' made it right | Q |
| Why does a wild bull fight to guard the mob | T |
| Why does a bloomin' bull ant look fer fight | Q |
| Why does a rooster scrap an' flap an' crow | B |
| 'E went becos 'e dam well 'ad to go | B |
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| 'E never spouted no 'igh soundin' stuff | U |
| About stern jooty an' 'is country's call | V |
| But in 'is way 'e 'eard it right enough | U |
| A callin' like the shout uv 'On the Ball ' | - |
| Wot time the footer brings the clicks great joy | W |
| An' Saints or Carlton roughs it up wiv 'Roy | B |
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| The call wot came to cave men in the days | S |
| When rocks wus stylish in the scrappin' line | X |
| The call wot knights 'eard in the minstrel's lays | S |
| That sent 'em in tin soots to Palerstine | X |
| The call wot draws all fighters to the fray | B |
| It come to Mick an' Mick 'e must obey | B |
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| The Call uv Stoush It's older than the 'ills | S |
| Lovin' an' fightin' there's no more to tell | Y |
| Concernin' men an' when that feelin' thrills | S |
| The blood uv them 'oo's fathers mixed it well | Y |
| They 'ave to 'eed it bein' 'ow they're built | Z |
| As traders 'ave to 'eed the clink uv gilt | Z |
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| An' them whose gilt 'as stuffed 'em stiff wiv pride | A2 |
| An' 'aughty scorn uv blokes like Ginger Mick | K |
| I sez to them put sich crook thorts aside | A2 |
| An' don't lay on the patronage too think | B2 |
| Orl men is brothers when it comes to lash | C2 |
| An' 'aughty scorn an' Culcher does their lash | C2 |
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| War ain't no giddy garden feete it's war | B |
| A game that calls up love an' 'atred both | D2 |
| An' them that shudders at the sight o' gore | B |
| An' shrinks to 'ear a drunken soljer's oath | D2 |
| Must 'ide be'ind the man wot 'eaves the bricks | S |
| An' thank their Gawd for all their Ginger Micks | S |
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| Becos 'e never 'ad the chance to find | E2 |
| The glory o' the world by land an' sea | S |
| Becos the beauty 'idin' in 'is mind | E2 |
| Wus not writ plain fer blokes like you an' me | S |
| They calls 'im crook but in 'im I 'ave found | F2 |
| Wot makes a man a man the world around | F2 |
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| Be'ind that dile uv 'is as 'ard as sin | X |
| Wus strange soft thorts that never yet showed out | G2 |
| An' down in Spadger's Lane in dirt an' din | X |
| 'E dreamed sich dreams as poits sing about | G2 |
| 'E's 'ad 'is visions uv the Bonzer Tart | H2 |
| An' stoushed some coot to ease 'is swellin' 'eart | H2 |
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| Lovin' an' fightin' when the tale is told | H2 |
| That's all there is to it an' in their way | B |
| Them brave an' noble 'ero blokes uv old | H2 |
| Wus Ginger Micks the crook 'uns uv their day | B |
| Jist let the Call uv Stoush give 'im 'is chance | S |
| An' Ginger Mick's the 'ero of Romance | S |
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| So Ginger Mick 'e's mizzled to the war | B |
| Joy in 'is 'eart an' wild dreams in 'is brain | X |
| Gawd 'elp the foe that 'e goes gunnin' for | B |
| If tales is true they tell in Spadger's Lane | X |
| Tales that ud fairly freeze the gentle 'earts | S |
| Uv them 'oo knits 'is socks the Culchered Tarts | S |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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