The Heart Of The Dove Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABACDB BBEBFFE GAHFFFH HHHHIIH HHJHHHJ JJKJGGK KKHKLLH HHFHHHF FFHFMMH HHFHHHF FFHFHHH| Say Bo this little Yewropean war | A |
| It grieves our gloryus nation to the core | A |
| The vurry core of its great strang red heart | B |
| We're tur ble sore | A |
| That's what | C |
| We got | D |
| A reel sawft heart | B |
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| Naw son we air not takin' any part | B |
| We figgered that ahl out right from the start | B |
| The great american nation stan's aside | E |
| She keeps apart | B |
| An' jaws | F |
| Becaws | F |
| We gat our pride | E |
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| But don't yew figger ahn no fancy paly | G |
| With Uncle Sam he's ready for th efray | A |
| An' wance that 'Murkan eagle's screech is heard | H |
| Watch out An' say | F |
| Geewhiz | F |
| He is | F |
| Some bird | H |
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| He is some eagle yew kin take my word | H |
| If wance that great fierce heart of his was sturred | H |
| Aw shucks that little Yewropean stunt | H |
| Would look ab surd | H |
| If he | I |
| Cast free | I |
| You'd see some hunt | H |
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| When wance that Bird o' Freedom hit the front | H |
| Why Gee them dinky ings would have to shunt | H |
| Old Yewrope would be right clean off the map | J |
| I put it blunt | H |
| That lot | H |
| Would not | H |
| Put up a scrap | J |
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| Wance we cut loose Aw Hully Gee the gap | J |
| In Yewrope's rank 'ud make tyhem howl for pap | J |
| We'd wipe the airth out of the Kasmic Plan | K |
| An' on the map | J |
| This ball | G |
| They'd call | G |
| Amur i can | K |
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| The true Amur'kan sir he is a man | K |
| Who'd lick this un i verse wance he began | K |
| Say it's a cinch becaws we hold the dough | H |
| If we should plan | K |
| To crunch | L |
| The bunch | L |
| None could say so | H |
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| Them Kings and Kaisers all would have to go | H |
| He'd do 'em up right praper Get me Bo | H |
| He'd eat hull crate loads of their wan harse ships | F |
| He'd smash the show | H |
| He'd swat | H |
| The lot | H |
| Wance come to grips | F |
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| Aw shucks This great strang nation sir it whips | F |
| Creation Wance the word has pas'd our lips | F |
| We'd just reach out an' take the hull darn world | H |
| We'd get the ships | F |
| An' men | M |
| An' then | M |
| Things would get whirled | H |
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| Yep Wance that starry banner was unfurled | H |
| We'd roast the Kaiser till his whiskers curled | H |
| Say do you get me Wance we j'ined the fray | F |
| The hull darn world | H |
| Would scoot | H |
| Per boot | H |
| Out of our way | F |
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| Wance we were roused what matter anyway | F |
| We air nat takin' war in ours to day | F |
| Naw Bo we got no quar'l we play the part | H |
| Of pained dismay | F |
| To show | H |
| You know | H |
| Our great sawft strang red heart | H |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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