The Crusaders Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAABCA DDEEDD FEEGGE BFFBBF F HFFHH FFFFFF FFFFFF IJJ I J F KFFK FJJFFJJ LFFLLFF FF FF F FFFFF FF F MNN NN ON OONN PFFPPFF GFFGGFF| 'Peter the 'Ermit was a 'oly bloke ' | A |
| The parson sez 'wot chivvied coves to war ' | A |
| 'Too right ' I chips 'I've 'eard that yarn before ' | A |
| 'Brave knights sprung straight to arms where'er 'e spoke ' | A |
| 'Sure thing ' sez I 'It muster been no joke | B |
| Tinnin' yer frame in them dead days uv yore | C |
| Before yeh starts to tap a foeman's gore ' | A |
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| 'Peter the 'Ermit was a man inspired ' | - |
| The parson sez We're moochin' up the Lane | D |
| Snoopin' around for news we might obtain | D |
| Uv this Spike Wegg the man 'oo I am 'ired | E |
| To snatch by 'ook or crook jist as required | E |
| By circs frum out the sev'ril sins wot stain | D |
| 'Is wicked soul I 'ope me meanin's plain | D |
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| 'Peter the 'Ermit ' sez the parson 'saw | F |
| No 'arm in vi'lince when the cause was just | E |
| While 'e deplored no doubt the fightin' lust | E |
| 'E preached ' ''Old on ' I sez ''Ere comes the Law | G |
| 'Ere's Brannigan the cop Pos'pone the jaw | G |
| Till we confer I got idears 'e must | E |
| Keep track uv Spike if 'e toils fer 'is crust ' | - |
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| 'Spike Wegg ' growls Brannigan 'I know that bloke | B |
| An' 'e's the one sweet soul I long to see | F |
| That shrinkin' vi'lit 'ates publicity | F |
| Jist now ' sez Brannigan 'Spike Wegg's in smoke | B |
| Oh jist concerns a cove 'e tried to croak | B |
| 'E's snug in some joint round about maybe | F |
| If you should meet remember 'im to me ' | - |
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| The cop passed on 'Peter the 'Ermit was | F |
| A ri'chus man ' the parson sez 'wot knoo ' | - |
| ''Old 'ard ' I begs 'Jist for a hour or two | H |
| I wouldn't go an' nurse sich thorts becoz | F |
| Too much soul ferritin' might put the moz | F |
| On this 'ere expedition I'll 'elp you | H |
| To search our conscience when the job is through | H |
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| 'I know yer doubts ' I sez 'an' 'ow you 'ate | F |
| The thorts uv stoush an' 'old 'ard blows in dread | F |
| But Pete the 'Ermit's been a long time dead | F |
| 'E'll keep But we are in the 'ands uv Fate | F |
| An' 'oly spruikers uv a ancient date | F |
| Don't 'elp I quite agrees with all you've said | F |
| But ' 'Say no more ' 'e answers 'Lead ahead ' | - |
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| 'But all the same ' 'e sez 'I want no fight ' | - |
| 'Right 'ere be'ind this 'oardin' ' I replies | F |
| 'A two up school's in session If we spies | F |
| About a bit there is a chance we might | F |
| Git news ' Jist then the spotter comes to light | F |
| I word 'im gentle with some 'asty lies | F |
| I'm seekin' Spike See Can 'e put me wise | F |
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| 'Spike Wegg ' At first 'e only twigs meself | I |
| ''E's gone ' 'E spots the parson standin' by | J |
| A cold 'ard glimmer comes in 'is fish eye | J |
| ''Ere Wot's the game ' 'e yelps 'Are you a shelf ' | - |
| ''Ave sense ' I larfs 'I got a bit uv pelf | I |
| An' thort I'd like to take a little fly ' | - |
| 'Buzz orfl' 'e orders So we done a guy | J |
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| 'Blank number one ' I sez The parson sighed | F |
| 'Joshuer fought an' never seemed to shrink ' | - |
| 'Now look ' I tells 'im 'Honest Don't you think | K |
| Them Bible blokes 'oo've 'ad their day an' died | F |
| Is best fergot until we're 'ome an' dried | F |
| Now up the street 'ere is a little sink | K |
| Uv sin that does a traffic in strong drink ' | - |
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| 'Sly grog ' 'e arsts But I sez ''Ush This place | F |
| Is kep' by Mother Weems 'oo's sof' blue eye | J |
| An' snow white 'air would make yeh 'shamed an' shy | J |
| To brand 'er name with any sich disgrace | F |
| 'Er kind sweet smile 'er innercint ole face | F |
| Beams like a blessin' Still we'll 'ave a try | J |
| To word the dear ole dame an' pump 'er dry | J |
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| 'Is nibs stands in the shadders while I knock | L |
| Mother unlocks the door an' smiles an' peers | F |
| Into me face She wears 'er three score years | F |
| Reel sweet in lacy cap an' neat black frock | L |
| Then 'Bill ' she cries 'You've give me quite a shock | L |
| Why dearie I ain't seen you for long years | F |
| Come in ' 'Er kind ole eyes seem close to tears | F |
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| 'Dearie come in ' she chirps But I pretend | F |
| I'm on reel urgent biz I got to 'aste | F |
| 'Jist for ole times ' she pleads 'One little taste ' | - |
| 'I can't ' I sez 'I'm lookin' for a friend | F |
| Spike Wegg for 'oo I've certin news no end | F |
| Important an' I got no time to waste ' | - |
| 'Wot Spike ' she sez 'I 'ear 'e's bein' chased | F |
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| ''E's bein' chased ' she sez 'by D's I've 'eard ' | - |
| 'Too true ' I owns ''E's got no time to lose ' | - |
| 'Well maybe if you was to try Ah Foo's | F |
| The privit room ' Then as 'is rev'rince stirred | F |
| She seen 'is choker ''Oo the 'ell's this bird | F |
| Is this a frame ' she shrieks Without adoos | F |
| We slap the pavemint with four 'asty shoes | F |
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| But as along the sloppy lane we race | F |
| 'Er 'or words tumble after in a flood | F |
| 'You pimps You dirty swine I'll 'ave yer blood ' | - |
| ''Eavings ' the parson gasps 'With that sweet face ' | - |
| ''Er words ' I answer 'do seem outer place ' | - |
| 'Vile words that I 'ave scarce 'arf understud ' | - |
| Sez Snowy shoshin' in a pool uv mud | F |
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| We reach Ah Foo's 'Now 'ere ' I sez 'is where | M |
| You stop outside Twice you 'ave put me queer | N |
| It's a lone 'and I mean to play in 'ere | N |
| You 'ang around an' breathe the 'olesome air ' | - |
| 'Young friend ' 'e sez 'I go with you in there | N |
| I've led you into this Why should I fear | N |
| The danger 'Tis me jooty to be near ' | - |
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| Snowy's a game un I lob in the shop | O |
| The parson paddin' after on the floor | N |
| Ah Foo looks up 'Not there ' 'e squeaks 'Wha' for ' | - |
| But we sail past the Chow without a stop | O |
| Straight for the little crib up near the top | O |
| That I knoo well in sinful days uv yore | N |
| I turn the knob an' sling aside the door | N |
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| Beside a table fearin' 'arm from none | P |
| Spike an' another bloke is teet ah teet | F |
| Quick on the knock Spike Wegg jumps to 'is feet | F |
| An' jerks a 'and be'ind 'im for 'is gun | P |
| I rush 'im grab a chair up as I run | P |
| An' swing it with a aim that ain't too neat | F |
| Spike ducks aside an' with a bump we meet | F |
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| An' then we mix it Strife an' merry 'ell | G |
| Breaks loose a treat an' things git movin' fast | F |
| An' as a Chinese jar goes crashin' past | F |
| 'Igh o'er the din I 'ears the parson's yell | G |
| 'Hit Hit 'im 'ard young friend Chastise 'im well | G |
| 'Hit 'im ' The 'oly war is in full blast | F |
| An' Pete the 'Ermit's come to light at last | F |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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