The Crusaders Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAA CDCD EFEE AGAG HIHI JDKD ADAD AEAE EGEH LELE IEIE| What price yer humble Dicko Smith in gaudy putties girt | A |
| With sand blight in his optics and much leaner than he started | B |
| Round the 'Oly Land cavorting in three quarters of a shirt | A |
| And imposin' on the natives ez one Dick the Lion 'Earted | A |
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| We are drivin' out the infidel we're hittin' up the Turk | C |
| Same ez Richard slung his right across the Saracen invader | D |
| In old days of which I'm readin' Now we're gettin' in our work | C |
| 'N' what price me nibs I ask yeh ez a qualified Crusader | D |
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| 'Ere I am a thirsty Templar in the fields of Palestine | E |
| Where that hefty little fighter Bobby Sable smit the heathen | F |
| And where Richard Coor de Lion trimmed the Moslem good 'n' fine | E |
| 'N' he took the belt from Saladin the slickest Dago breathin' | E |
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| There's no plume upon me helmet 'n' no red cross on me chest | A |
| 'N' so fur they haven't dressed me in a swanking load of metal | G |
| We've no 'Oly Grail I know of but we do our little best | A |
| With a jamtin 'n' a billy 'n' a battered ole mess kettle | G |
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| Quite a lot of guyver missin' from our brand of chivalry | H |
| We don't make a pert procession when we're movin' up the forces | I |
| We've no pretty pawin' stallion 'n' no pennants flowin' free | H |
| 'N' no giddy gaudy bedquilts make a circus of the 'orses | I |
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| We 'most always slip the cattle 'n' we cut out all the dog | J |
| When it fairly comes to buttin' into battle's hectic fever | D |
| Goin' forward on our wishbones with our noses in the bog | K |
| 'N' we 'eave a pot iv blazes at the cursed unbeliever | D |
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| Fancy dress them old Crusaders wore and alwiz kep' a band | A |
| What we wear's so near to nothin' that it's often 'ardly proper | D |
| And we swings a tank iv iron scrap across the 'Oly Land | A |
| From a dinkie gun we nipped ashore the other side of Jopper | D |
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| We ain't ever very natty for the climate here is hot | A |
| When it isn't liquid mud the dust is thicker than the vermin | E |
| Ten to one our bold Noureddin is some waddlin' Turkish pot | A |
| 'N' the Saladin we're on to is a snortin' red eyed German | E |
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| But be'old the eighth Crusade 'n' Dicko Smith is in the van | E |
| Dicko Coor de Lion from Carlton what could teach King Dick a trifle | G |
| For he'd bomb his Royal Jills from out his baked pertater can | E |
| Or he'd pink him full of leakage with a quaint repeatin' rif e | H |
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| We have sunk our claws in Mizpah and Siloam is in view | L |
| By my 'alidom from Agra we will send the Faithful reelin' | E |
| Those old timers botched the contract but we mean to put it through | L |
| Knights Templars from Balmain the Port Monaro Nhill andl Ealin' | E |
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| We 'are wipin' up Jerus'lem we were ready with a hose | I |
| Spoutin' lead a dandy cleaner that you bet you can rely on | E |
| And Moss Isaacs Cohn and Cohen Moses Offelbloom 'n' those | I |
| Can all pack their bettin' bags and come right home again to Zion | E |
Edward Dyson
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