Night Shift Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABACAD EFEFGHGH IJIJKLKL MIMINFN AOAO PP AQAQIRI| 'Hello that's the whistle be moving | A |
| Wake up don't lie muttering there | B |
| What language your style is improving | A |
| It's pleasant to hear you at prayer | B |
| Turn out man and spare us the blessing | A |
| Crib's cut and the tea's on the brew | C |
| You'll have to look slippy in dressing | A |
| For that was the half hour that blew ' | D |
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| 'Half past and the night's simply awful | E |
| The hut fairly shakes in the storm | F |
| Hang night shifts They shouldn't be lawful | E |
| I've only had time to get warm | F |
| I notice the hut's rarely bright and | G |
| The bunk's always cold as a stone | H |
| Except when I go on at night and | G |
| The half after whistles have blown | H |
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| 'Bob built up that fire just to spite me | I |
| The conscienceless son of a swab | J |
| By Jove it would fairly delight me | I |
| To let Hogan be hanged with his job | J |
| Oh it's easy to preach of contentment | K |
| You're eloquent all on the flute | L |
| Old Nick's everlasting resentment | K |
| Plague Dick if he's taken my boot | L |
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| 'Great C sar you roasted the liquor | M |
| Whoever it was made the tea | I |
| It's hotter than hell broth and thicker | M |
| Fried bacon again Not for me | I |
| Good night and be hanged Stir up Stumpy | N |
| You look very happy and warm | F |
| I'll hoist half the bark off the humpy | N |
| And give you a taste of the storm ' | - |
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| We laughed as he went away growling | A |
| But down where the wind whipped the creek | O |
| The storm like old fury was howling | A |
| And Fred was on top for the week | O |
| 'A devil's own night for the braceman ' | - |
| Muttered Con 'It's a comfort to know | P |
| All weathers are one to the faceman | P |
| All shifts are alike down below ' | - |
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| We slept and the storm was receding | A |
| The wind moaned a dirge overhead | Q |
| When men brought him broken and bleeding | A |
| And laid him again on the bed | Q |
| We saw by the flame burning dimly | I |
| The gray hue of death on his face | R |
| The stoker enlightened us grimly | I |
| 'No hope He was blown from the brace ' | - |
Edward Dyson
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