Marshal Neigh, V.c. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEAA FFDD GHII EEJJ KKLL KKMM AAKK NNDD OOKK PPHG QQGG RRKK KKSS TCEE| He came from tumbled country past the humps of Buffalo | A |
| Where the snow sits on the mountain 'n' the Summer aches below | A |
| He'd a silly name like Archie Squattin' sullen on the ship | B |
| He knew nex' to holy nothin' through the gor forsaken trip | B |
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| No thoughts he had of women no refreshin' talk of beer | C |
| If he'd battled loved or suffered vital facts did not appear | C |
| But the parsons and the poets couldn't teach him to discourse | D |
| When it come to pokin' guyver at a pore deluded horse | D |
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| If nags got sour 'n' kicked agin the rules of things at sea | E |
| Artie argued matters with 'em 'n' he'd kid 'em up a tree | E |
| Here's a pony got hystericks Pipe the word for Privit Rowe | A |
| The Sargint yapped 'n' all the ship came cluckin' to the show | A |
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| He'd chat him confidential 'n' he'd pet 'n' paw the moke | F |
| He'd tickle him 'n' flatter him 'n' try him with a joke | F |
| 'N' presently that neddy sobers up 'n' sez Ive course | D |
| Since you puts it that way cobber I will be a better horse | D |
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| There was one pertickler whaler known aboard ez Marshal Neigh | G |
| Whose monkey tricks with Privit Rowe was better than a play | H |
| He'd done stunts in someone's circus 'n' he loved a merry bout | I |
| Whirlin' in to bust his boiler or to kick the bottom out | I |
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| Rowe he sez Well there's an idjit Oh yes let her whiz you beauty | E |
| Where's yer 'orse sense little feller Where's yer bloomin' sense iv duty | E |
| Well you orter serve yer country Then there'd come a painful hush | J |
| 'N' that nag would drop his head piece 'n' so 'elp me cat he'd blush | J |
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| We was heaped ashore be Suez rifle horse 'n' man 'n' tent | K |
| Where the land is sand the water 'n' the gory firmament | K |
| We had intervals iv longin' we had sweaty spells of work | L |
| In the ash pit iv Gehenner dumbly waitin' fer the Turk | L |
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| We goes driftin' on the desert nothin' doin' nothin' said | K |
| Till we get to think we're nowhere 'n' arf fancy we are dead | K |
| 'N' the only 'uman interest on the red horizon's brim | M |
| Is Marshal Neigh's queer faney fer the lad that straddles him | M |
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| Plain livin's nearly bored us stiff The Major calls on Rowe | A |
| To devise an entertainment What his charger doesn't know | A |
| Isn't in the regulations Him 'n' Rowe is brothers met | K |
| 'N' that horse's sense iv humor is the oddest fancy yet | K |
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| But the Turk arrives one mornin' on the outer edge iv space | N |
| From back iv things his guns is floppin' kegs about the place | N |
| 'N' Privit Artie Rowe along with others iv the force | D |
| Goes pig rootin' inter battle holdin' converse with his horse | D |
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| Little Abdul's quite a fighter 'n' he mixes it with skill | O |
| But the Anzacs have him snouted 'n' oh ma he's feelin' ill | O |
| They wake the all fired desert 'n' the land for ever dead | K |
| Is alive 'n' fairly creepin' and the skies are droppin' lead | K |
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| When they've got the Ot'man goin' little gaudy hunts begin | P |
| It fer us to chiv His Trousers 'n' to round the stragglers in | P |
| Cuttin' closest to the raw 'n' swearin' lovin' all the way | H |
| Is Artie from Molinga on his neddy Marshal Neigh | G |
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| We're pursuin' sundry camels turkey trottin' anyhow | Q |
| With the carriage iv an emu 'n' the action iv a cow | Q |
| When a sand dune busts 'n' belches arf a million iv the foe | G |
| They uncork a blanky batt'ry 'n' it's Allah let her go | G |
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| We're not stayin' dinner thank you Lie along yer horse 'n' yell | R |
| While the bullets pip yer britches 'n' you sniff the flue of Hell | R |
| Here it is that Artie takes it good 'n' solid in the crust | K |
| He dives from out the saddle 'n' is swallered in the dust | K |
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| I got through 'n' saw them pointin' where the Marshal faced the band | K |
| He was goin' where we came from sniffin' bodies in the sand | K |
| Till he found Rowe snugglin' under took him where his pants was slack | S |
| 'N' be all the Asiatic gods he brought his soldier back | S |
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| With a bullet in his buttock 'n' a drill hole in his ear | T |
| He dumped Artie down among us Square 'n' all how did we cheer | C |
| There's no medals struck fer neddies but we rule there orter be | E |
| 'N' the pride iv all the Light Horse is old Marshal Neigh V C | E |
Edward Dyson
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