Bricks Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABB CDCDD EFEFF GHGHH IJIJJ KCKCC LMLMM NONOO PQPQQ RSRSS MTMTT UVUVV WXWXX| Dear Ned I now take up my pen to write you these few lines | A |
| And hopin' how they find you fit Gorbli' it seems an age | B |
| Since Jumbo ducked the Port 'n' drilled 'n' polished to the nines | A |
| He walked his pork on Collins like a hero off the stage | B |
| Then hiked a rifle 'cross the sea this bleedin' war to wage | B |
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| The things what's 'appened lately calls to Jumbo's mind that day | C |
| Our push took on the Peewee pack 'n' belted out their lard | D |
| With twenty cops to top it off But now I'm stowed away | C |
| A bullet in me gizzard where I took it good and hard | D |
| A dealin' stoush 'n' mullock to the Prussian flamin' Guard | D |
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| At Bullcoor mortal charnce had dumped a mutton truck of us | E |
| From good ole Port ker flummox where we didn't orter be | F |
| All in a 'elpless hole the Pug Bill Carkeek Son 'n' Gus | E |
| Don Steve 'n' Jack 'n' seven more 'n' as it 'appens me | F |
| With nothin' in since breakfast 'n' a week to go for tea | F |
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| Worked loose from Caddy's bunch we went it gay until we found | G |
| We'd took to 'arf the ragin' German Hempire on our own | H |
| Then down we went so 'umble with our noses in the ground | G |
| Takin' cover in the rubble If a German head was shown | H |
| It was fare the well to Herman with a bullet through the bone | H |
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| We slogged the cows remorseless 'n' they laid for us a treat | I |
| We held that stinkin' cellar though 'n' when the day was done | J |
| Son pussied on his bingie where a Maxie trim 'n' neat | I |
| Had spit out loaded lightnin' and he slugged a tubby Hun | J |
| Then choked a Fritzie with his dukes 'n' pinched the sooner's gun | J |
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| We rigged her on her knuckle bones Cri' how she lapped 'em up | K |
| We hosed 'em out with livin' lead That was the second day | C |
| Me left eye I'd 'ave give for jest a bubble in a cup | K |
| Three fingers I'd 'ave parted for a bone I've flung away | C |
| But the butcher wasn't callin' 'n' the fountain didn't play | C |
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| T'was rotten mozzle Neddo We had blown out ever clip | L |
| 'N' 'blooed the hammunition for the little box of tricks | M |
| Each took a batten in his fist Sez Billy Let 'er rip | L |
| But Son he claws his stubble Sez he Hold a brace of ticks | M |
| Then Yow he pipes 'n' Strewth he sez it's bricks you blighters bricks | M |
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| There's more than 'arf a million spilt where somethin' hit a pub | N |
| We creeps among 'n' sorts 'em stack afore 'n' stack behind | O |
| The Hun is comin' at us with his napper like a tub | N |
| You couldn't 'ope to miss it pickled paralysed 'n' blind | O |
| Sez Sonny Lay 'em open Give 'em blotches on the rind | O |
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| Then bricks was flyin' in the wind Mine dinted Otto's chin | P |
| Ole Nosey got his brother which he never more will roam | Q |
| When Ulrich stopped a Port bookay he rolled his alley in | P |
| Their fire was somethin' fierce Poor Son was blowin' blood 'n' foam | Q |
| Fill up he coughs 'n' plug 'em S'elp me Gord we're goin' 'ome | Q |
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| With bricks we drove right at 'em 'n' we wanged 'em best we could | R |
| 'Twas either bed 'n' breakfast or a scribble and a wreath | S |
| Haynes bust a Prussian's almond took the bay'net where he stood | R |
| Then heaved his last 'arf Brunswick split the demon's grinnin' teeth | S |
| And Son went down in glory with a German underneath | S |
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| We'd started out with gibbers in our clobber and our 'ats | M |
| They gave us floatin' lead enough to stop an army cor | T |
| We yelled like fiends 'n' countered with a lovely flight of bats | M |
| Then rushed in close formation heavin' cot tages n' tore | T |
| Through blinded bleedin' Bosches 'n' lor love yeh it was war | T |
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| We came peltin' headfirst 'elpless in a drain among a lot | U |
| Of dirty damned old Tommies Gord The best that ever blew | V |
| Eight left of us all punctured each man holdin' what he'd got | U |
| Me wild a rat hole in me lung but in me mauley too | V |
| A bull nosed brick with whiskers where no whiskers ever grew | V |
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| There's nothin' doin' now I wear me blan kets like a toff | W |
| The way this fat nurse pets me strewth it's well to be so sick | X |
| A dreamin' of our contract 'n' the way we pulled it off | W |
| I reckon Haig is phonin' Hughes Hullo there Billy Quick | X |
| A dozen of the pushes and a thousan' tons of brick | X |
Edward Dyson
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