To The Boys Who Took The Count Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGCGC GHGHICIC JCJCCCFC KCKCCLCL MIMINONO PCPCQRQR RSRSCTCT FUFUVFVF NWNWUVUV XYCYCZCZ CGCGVCVC| See I'm writin' to Mick as a bloke to a bloke | A |
| To a cobber o' mine at the front | B |
| An' I'm gittin' full up uv the mullock they poke | A |
| At the cove that is bearin' the brunt | B |
| Fer 'e mus'n't do this an' 'e shouldn't do that | C |
| An' 'e's crook if 'e looks a bit shick | D |
| An' 'e's gittin' too uppish an' don't touch 'is 'at | C |
| But 'ere's 'ow I puts it to Mick | D |
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| Now it's dickin to style if yer playin' the game | E |
| If it's marbles or shinty or war | F |
| I've seen 'em lob 'ome 'ere the 'alt an' the lame | E |
| That wus fine 'efty fellers before | F |
| They wus toughs they wus crooks they wus ev'ry bad thing | G |
| But they mixed it as gentlemen should | C |
| So 'ere's to the coot wiv 'is eye in a sling | G |
| An' a smile in the one that is good | C |
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| It wus playin' the game in the oval an' ring | G |
| An' playin' fer orl it wus worth | H |
| That give 'em the knack uv a punch wiv a sting | G |
| When they fought fer the land uv their birth | H |
| They wus pebs they wus narks they wus reel naughty boys | I |
| But they didn't need no second 'int | C |
| So ere's to the bloke wiv 'is swearin' an' noise | I |
| An' 'is foot in a fathom uv lint | C |
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| There wus fellers I knoo in the soft days uv peace | J |
| An' I didn't know much to their good | C |
| An' they give more 'ard graft to the overworked p'leece | J |
| Than a reel puffick gentleman should | C |
| They wus lookin' fer lash long before it wus doo | C |
| When it come they wus into it straight | C |
| So 'ere's to the bloke wiv 'is shoulder shot thro' | F |
| 'Oo is cursin' the days 'e's to wait | C |
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| Ar dickin to swank when it comes to a mill | K |
| It's the bloke wiv a punch 'oo's yer friend | C |
| An' a coarse narsty man wiv the moniker Bill | K |
| Earns the thanks uv the crowd in the end | C |
| An' when I sez 'earns' I am 'opin' no stint | C |
| Will be charged agin us by an' bye | L |
| So 'ere's to the boy wiv 'is arm in a splint | C |
| An' a 'don't care a dam' in 'is eye | L |
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| 'Cos the fightin's too far fer to give us a grip | M |
| Of the 'ell full uv slaughter an' noise | I |
| There's a breed that gives me the particular pip | M |
| Be the way that they torks uv the boys | I |
| they're coarse an' they're rude an' it's awful to liv | N |
| Wiv their cursin' an' shoutin' an' fuss | O |
| Dam it 'Ere's to the bloke wiv the bad lookin' chiv | N |
| That 'e poked inter trouble fer us | O |
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| it's dead agin etikit dead agin style | P |
| Fer to swear an' to swagger an' skite | C |
| But a battle ain't won wiv a drorin' room smile | P |
| An' yeh 'ave to be rude in a fight | C |
| An' it's bein' reel rude to enemy blokes | Q |
| That'll earn yeh that 'ero like touch | R |
| So 'ere's to the boy wiv 'is curses an' jokes | Q |
| 'Oo is 'oppin' about on a crutch | R |
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| Now the Turk is a gent an' they greets 'im as such | R |
| An' they gives doo respect to 'is Nibs | S |
| But 'e never 'eld orf to apolergise much | R |
| When 'e slid 'is cold steel in their ribs | S |
| An' our boys won the name that they give 'em of late | C |
| 'Cos they fought like a jugful uv crooks | T |
| So 'ere's to the bloke wiv the swaggerin' gait | C |
| An' a bullet mark spoilin' 'is looks | T |
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| So the bloke wiv the scoff an' the bloke wiv the sneer | F |
| An' the coot wiv the sensitive soul | U |
| 'E 'as got to sit back an' jist change 'is idear | F |
| Uv the stuffin' that makes a man whole | U |
| Fer the polish an' gilt that's a win wiv the skirts | V |
| It wears thin wiv the friction uv war | F |
| So 'ere's to the cove 'oo is nursin' 'is 'urts | V |
| Wiv an oath in the set uv 'is jor | F |
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| When yeh've stripped a cove clean an' got down to the buff | N |
| Yeh come to the meat that's the man | W |
| If yeh want to find grit an' sich similar stuff | N |
| Yeh've to strip on a similar plan | W |
| Fer there's nothin' like scrappin' to bare a man's soul | U |
| If it's Billo or Percy or Gus | V |
| So 'ere's to the bloke 'oo 'ops round on a pole | U |
| An' 'owls songs goin' 'ome on the bus | V |
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| Spare me days When a bloke takes the count in a scrap | X |
| That 'e's fightin' fer you an' fer me | Y |
| Is it fair that a snob 'as the nerve fer to snout | C |
| Any swad 'cos 'is manners is free | Y |
| They're deservin' our thanks frum the best to the worst | C |
| An' there's some is reel rorty I own | Z |
| But 'ere's to the coot wiv the 'ang over thirst | C |
| 'Oo sprags a stray toff fer a loan | Z |
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| So I'm writin' to Mick an' I'm feelin' reel wet | C |
| Wiv the sort o' superior nark | G |
| 'Oo tilts up 'is conk an' gits orl the boys set | C |
| 'Oo are out fer a bit uv a lark | G |
| So I puts it to Mick as I sez when I starts | V |
| An' I ends wiv the solemest toast | C |
| 'Ere's to 'im raise yer glass 'oo left pride in our 'earts | V |
| An' 'is bones on Gallipoli coast | C |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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