The Moralist Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDE FFGGHHH IIJJIII KKHHLLL MMNNLLL OPHHQQQ IIKRIII| Three other soldier blokes 'n' me packed 'ome from foreign lands | A |
| Bit into each the God of Battles' everlastin' brands | A |
| They limped in time 'n' coughed in tune 'n' one was short an ear | B |
| 'N' one was short a tier of ribs 'n' all was short of beer | C |
| I speaks up like a temp'rance gent | D |
| But ever since the sky was bent | D |
| The thirst of man 'as never yet bin squenched with argument | E |
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| Bill's skull was welded all across Jim 'ad an eye in soak | F |
| Sam 'obbled on a patent leg 'n' every man was broke | F |
| They sang a song of Mother with their faces titled up | G |
| Says Bill o 'Ere's yer 'eroes sling the bloomin' votive cup | G |
| We got no beer the soup was bad | H |
| Now oo will stand the soldier lad | H |
| The swag of honest liquor that for years he hasn't 'ad | H |
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| Sez I Respeck yer uniform Remember oo you are | I |
| They'd pinched a wicker barrer 'arf a pram 'n' 'arf a car | I |
| In this ole Bill o nestled 'neath a blanket on his face | J |
| A someone's darlin' sorter look a touch iv boy'ood's grace | J |
| The gentle ladies stopped to 'ear | I |
| 'N' dropped a symperthetic tear | I |
| A dollar or a deener for the pore haff ict dear | I |
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| The others trucked the wounded to a hentrance up a lane | K |
| I sez Sich conduck's shameful Bill o took to ease his pain | K |
| One long 'un and another The conductor picked his brand | H |
| The gripman lent his countenance to wot he 'ad in 'and | H |
| And when they moved their stand 'twas Sam | L |
| Lay pale 'n' peaceful in the pram | L |
| 'N' twenty flappers stroked his paw 'n' said he was a lamb | L |
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| The gathered in the tokens and they blooed 'em as above | M |
| While Jim o done the hinvalid 'oom Sammy had to shove | M |
| Sez I No noble 'eroes what's bin fightin' for their king | N |
| Should smirch theirselves by doin' this dis'onerable thing | N |
| But fine old gents 'n' donahs prim | L |
| They stopped 'n' slid the beans to Jim | L |
| You betcher life I let 'im hear just what I though of 'im | L |
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| Nine g m at St Kilder saw the finish of the prowl | O |
| Each 'ad his full 'n' plentv and was blowin' in the tow'l | P |
| As neither bloke cud stand alone they leaned 'n' argufied | H |
| Which was the patient sufferer oo's turn it was to ride | H |
| Each 'eld a san'wich and a can | Q |
| Sez I This shouldn't 'ave began | Q |
| 'Tain't conduck wot it worthy of a soldier and a man | Q |
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| I cud 'a' cried with injured pride Afore a push the three | I |
| Got scrappin' vague 'n' foolish which the cripple boy should be | I |
| Sam slips his scientific leg 'n' flings it in the drain | K |
| I'll auto 'ome he sez or never see me 'ome again | R |
| But I am thinkin' 'ard oo he | I |
| Tucked 'elpiess in the pram might be | I |
| Comes sudden reckerlection Great Gohanners it is me | I |
Edward Dyson
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