Mickey Mollynoo Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABB CDEDD FGHGG IJIJK AEAEE LMMMM MMMMM MNMNN GCGCE MEMEE MCMCC GOGOP MEMEE| A mile long panto dragon ploddin' 'opeless all the day | A |
| Stuffed out with kits 'n' spiked with rifles steamin' in its sweat | B |
| A heavin' down the misty road club footed through the clay | A |
| By waggons bogged 'n' buckin' guns the wildest welter yet | B |
| Like 'arf creation's tenants shiftin' early in the wet | B |
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| We're marchin' out we dunno where to meet we dunno who | C |
| But here we lights eventual 'n' sighs 'n' slips the kit | D |
| 'N' 'struth the first to take us on is Mickie Mollynoo | E |
| A copper of the Port he was when 'istory was writ | D |
| Sez I We're sent to face the foe 'n' selp me this is It | D |
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| A shine John Hop is Mollynoo A mix up with the push | F |
| Is all his joy One evenin' when his baton's flyin' free | G |
| I takes a baby brick 'n' drives it hard agin the cush | H |
| 'N' Privit Mick is scattered out fer all the world to see | G |
| But not afore indelible he's put his mark on me | G |
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| I got the signs Masonic all inlaid along me lug | I |
| Where Molly P C swiped me in them 'appy careless days | J |
| He's sargin' now a vet'ran I'm a newchum and a mug | I |
| 'N' when he sorter fixes me there's some thin' in his gaze | J |
| That's pensive like Move on sez he Keep movin' there he says | K |
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| If after this I dreams of scraps promiscuous and crool | A |
| The mills in Butcher's Alley when the watch is on the wine | E |
| Those nights he raided Wylie's shed to break the two up school | A |
| I takes a screw at Molly With a grin that ain't divine | E |
| He's toyin' with a scar of old I reckernise as mine | E |
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| 'N' so I'm layin' for it 'n' I'm wonderin' how 'n' what | L |
| We're signed on with the Germans 'n' there ain't a vacant date | M |
| But sure it's comin' to me 'n' it's comin' 'ard 'n' 'ot | M |
| Me lurk is patient waitin' but I'm trimmin' while I wait | M |
| A brick to jab or swing with in a willin' tatertate | M |
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| Oh judge me wonder There's a scrim that follers on a raid | M |
| I'm roughin' it all in with Hans He sock me such a bat | M |
| I slides on somethin' narsty 'n' me little grave is made | M |
| But Molly butts my Hun 'n' leaves no face beneath his hat | M |
| 'N' 'Scuse me Mister Herr sez he I have a lien on that | M |
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| He helps me under cover 'n' he 'ands me somethin' wet | M |
| I've got a lick or two that leaves me feelin' pretty sick | N |
| Lor love yeh ole John Hop sez I yiv buried me in debt | M |
| Don't minton ut at all he sez 'n' eyes me arf a tick | N |
| 'N' back there in the trench I sits 'n' trims another brick | N |
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| 'Tis all this how a month or more then Mollynoo sez he | G |
| Come aisy Jumm yeh loafer little hell 'n' all to view | C |
| A job most illegant is on cut out fer you 'n' me | G |
| The damnedest dirtiest fighter on the Continent is you | C |
| Bar one yeh gougin' thafe 'n' that is Sargin' Mollynoo | E |
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| I take with knife 'n' pistol arf a brick to line me shirt | M |
| We creeps a thousan' yards or so to jigger up a gun | E |
| Which seven Huns is workin' on the Irish like a squirt | M |
| We gets across them me 'n' him I pots the extra one | E |
| Mick chokes his third in comfort 'n' be'old the thing is done | E |
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| He stands above me rakin' sweat from off his gleamin' nut | M |
| Me dipper's leakin' Mick sez I me leg is bit in two | C |
| Sez he Bleed there in comfort I'm for bringin' help ye scut | M |
| He's back in twenty minutes with a dillied German crew | C |
| Three'll carry in the gun sez he the rest will carry you | C |
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| I dunno how he got 'em but he made them barrer me | G |
| They lugged the gun before him 'n' he yarded them like geese | O |
| Then Mickie s'lutes the Major They're in custody sez he | G |
| Fer conduc' calculated to provoke a breach iv peace | O |
| A tearin' iv me uniform 'n' 'saultin' the po lice | P |
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| Then down he dumped His wounds would make a 'arf a column list | M |
| When hack to front I chucks me bricks 'n' smiles the best I can | E |
| He grins at me Yer right sez he Hold out yer bla' guard fist | M |
| I couldn't fight yeh blarst yeh if yeh dinted in me pan | E |
| This messin' round wid Germans makes a chicken iv a man | E |
Edward Dyson
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