The Game Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAAAB CDCDEE EAEAFF GHIHCC FJFJKK ALALMM AAAANO AAAAEE FPFPAA AQRQFF MAMAAA STSTUU OVOVWW VXVXVV YEYEV| 'Ho the sky's as blue as blazes an' the sun is shinin' bright | A |
| An' the dicky birds is singin' over'ead | A |
| An' I'm 'ummin' softly 'ummin' w'ile I'm achin' fer a fight | A |
| An' the chance to fill some blighter full of lead | A |
| An' the big guns they are boomin' an' the shells is screamin' past | A |
| But I'm corperil lance corperil an' found me game at last ' | B |
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| I ixpects a note frum Ginger fer the time wus gettin' ripe | C |
| An I gits one thick wiv merry 'owls uv glee | D |
| Fer they've gone an' made 'im corperil they've given 'im a stripe | C |
| An' yeh'd think to see 'is note it wus V C | D |
| Fer 'e chortles like a nipper wiv a bran' noo Noah's Ark | E |
| Since forchin she 'as smiled on 'im an' life's no more a nark | E |
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| 'Ho the sky along the 'ill tops it is smudged wiv cannon smoke | E |
| An' the shells along the front is comin' fast | A |
| But the 'eads 'ave 'ad the savvy fer to reckernise a bloke | E |
| An' permotion's gettin' common sense at last | A |
| An' they picked me fer me manners w'ich wus snouted over 'ome | F |
| But I've learned to be a soljer since I crossed the ragin' foam | F |
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| 'They 'ave picked me 'cos they trust me an' it's got me where I live | G |
| An' it's put me on me mettle square an' all | H |
| I wusn't in the runnin' once when blokes 'ad trust to give | I |
| But over 'ere I answers to the call | H |
| So some shrewd 'ead 'e marked me well an' when the time wus ripe | C |
| 'E took a chance on Ginger Mick an' I 'ave snared me stripe | C |
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| 'I know wot I wus born fer now an' soljerin's me game | F |
| That's no furphy but I never guessed it once | J |
| Fer when I 'it things up at 'ome they said I wus to blame | F |
| An' foolish beaks they sent me up fer munce | J |
| But 'ere well things is different to wot sich things wus then | K |
| Fer me game is playin' soljers an' me lurk is 'andlin' men | K |
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| 'Me game is 'andlin' men orl right I seen it in the parst | A |
| When I used to 'ead the pushes in the Lane | L |
| An' ev'ry bloke among 'em then done everythin' I arst | A |
| Fer I never failed to make me feelin' plain | L |
| Disturbers uv the peace we wus them days but now I know | M |
| We wus aimin' to be soljers but we never 'ad a show | M |
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| 'We never 'ad no discipline that's wot we wanted bad | A |
| It's discipline that gives the push its might | A |
| But wot a tie we could 'ave give the coppers if we 'ad | A |
| Lord We'd 'ave capchered Melbourne in an night | A |
| When I think uv thngs that might 'ave been I sometimes sit an' grin | N |
| Fer I might be King uv Footscray if we'd 'ad mor discipline | O |
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| 'I've got a push to 'andle now wot makes a soljer proud | A |
| Yeh ort to see the boys uv my ole squad | A |
| The willin'est the cheeriest don' care a damest crowd | A |
| An' the toughest ever seen outside o' quod | A |
| I reckon that they gimme 'em becos they wus so meek | E |
| But they know me an' they understan'the lingo that I speak | E |
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| 'So I'm a little corperil wiv pretties on me arm | F |
| But yeh'd never guess it fer to see me now | P |
| Fer me valet 'e's been careless an' me trooso's come to 'arm | F |
| An 'me pants want creasin' badly I'll allow | P |
| But to see me squad in action is a cure for sandy blight | A |
| They are shy on table manners but they've notions 'ow ter fight | A |
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| 'There's a little picnic promised that 'as long been overdoo | A |
| An' we're waitin' fer the order to advance | Q |
| An'me bones is fairly achin' fer to see my boys bung thro' | R |
| Fer I know they're dancin' mad to git the chance | Q |
| An' there's some'll sure be missin' when we git into the game | F |
| But if they lorst their corperil 'twould be a cryin' shame | F |
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| 'We can't afford no corperils But some'ow I dunno | M |
| I got a nervis feelin in me chest | A |
| That this 'ere bit uv fancy work might be me final go | M |
| An' I won't be 'ome to dinner wiv the rest | A |
| It's rot but it keeps comin' back that lonely kind o' mood | A |
| That fills me up wiv mushy thorts that don't do any good | A |
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| 'When it's gettin' near to evenin' an' the guns is slowin' down | S |
| I fergits the playful 'abits uv our foes | T |
| An' finds meself a thinkin' thorts uv good ole Melbourne town | S |
| An' dreamin' dilly dreams about ole Rose | T |
| O' course I'll see me girl again an' give a clean square deal | U |
| When I come smilin' 'ome again But that ain't 'ow I feel | U |
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| 'I feel I dunno 'ow I feel I feel that things is done | O |
| I seem t've 'it the limit in some way | V |
| Per'aps I'm orf me pannikin wiv sittin' in the sun | O |
| But I jist wrote to Rose the other day | V |
| An' I wrote 'er sort o' mournful 'cos I dunno 'ow it seems | W |
| Ar I'm a gay galoot to go an' 'ave these dilly dreams | W |
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| 'Wot price the bran' noo corperil wiv sof'nin' uv the 'eart | V |
| If my pet lambs thort me a turtle dove | X |
| I'd 'ave to be reel stern wiv 'em an' make another start | V |
| To git 'em where I got 'em jist wiv love | X |
| But don't fergit if you or your Doreen sees Rose about | V |
| Jist tell 'er that I'm well an' strong an' sure uv winnin' out | V |
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| 'Ho the sky's as blue as blazes an' the sun is shinin' still | Y |
| An' the dicky bird is perchin' on the twig | E |
| An' the guns is pop pop poppin' frum the trenches on the 'ill | Y |
| An' I'm lookin' bonny in me non com's rig | E |
| An' when yer writin' me again don't think I want ter skite | V |
| But don't fergit the 'Corperil' an' mind yeh spells it right ' | - |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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