Weepin' Willie Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC AADDEE FFGGHH IIJJKK LLMMNN KKJJOO PPOOQQ| Whey our trooper hit wide water every heart was yearin' back | A |
| To the little 'ouse at Coogee or a hut at Barrenjack | A |
| She was 'ookin' up to spike the stars or rootin' in the wave | B |
| An' me liver turned a hand spring with each buck the beggar gave | B |
| Then we pulls a sick 'n' silly smile 'n' tips a saucy lid | C |
| Crackin' hardy Willie didn't Willie snivelled like a kid | C |
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| At Gallip' the steamer dumped us 'n' we got right down to work | A |
| Whoopin' up the hill splendacious playin' tiggie with the Turk | A |
| When the stinkin' Abdul hit us we curled down upon a stone | D |
| 'N' we yelled for greater glory crackin' 'ardy on our own | D |
| Not so Willie He was cursin' cold ez death 'n' grey ez steel | E |
| 'N' the smallest thing that busted made the little blighter squeal | E |
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| In the bitter day's that follered spillin' life beside the sea | F |
| We would fake a spry expression for the things that had to be | F |
| Always dressin' up the winder crackin' 'ardy though we felt | G |
| Fearful creepy in the whiskers very cold beneath the belt | G |
| But his jills would sniff 'n' shiver in the mother of a fright | H |
| 'N' go blubberin' 'n' quakin' out to waller in the fight | H |
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| In the West we liked the weather 'n' we fattened in the mud | I |
| Crackin' 'ardy stewed together rats an' slurry men 'n' blood | I |
| Weepin' Willie wouldn't have it these was pleasin' things abed | J |
| 'N' he shuddered in his shimmy if they passed him with the dead | J |
| When he cried about his mother in a gentle voice he'd tell | K |
| Them as dumb well didn't like it they could go to sudden 'ell | K |
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| There was nothin' sweet for Willie in a rough up in the wet | L |
| But if all things scared him purple not a thing had stopped him yet | L |
| If some chaps was wanted urgent special dirty work to do | M |
| Willie went in with a shudder but he alwiz saw it through | M |
| Oh a busy little body was our Willie in a crush | N |
| Then he'd cry out in the night about the faces in the slush | N |
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| Well they pinked him one fine mornin' with a thumpin' 'unk iv shell | K |
| Put it in 'n' all across him What he was you couldn't tell | K |
| I saw him stitched 'n' mended where he whimpered in his bed | J |
| 'N' he'd on'y lived because he was afraid to die he said | J |
| Sez he Struth they're out there fightin' trimmin' Boshes good 'n' smart | O |
| While I'm bedded here 'n' 'elpless It fair breaks a feller's 'eart | O |
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| But he came again last Tuesday ' n' we go it in a breath | P |
| London's big 'n' black 'n' noisy It would scare a bloke to death | P |
| He's away now in the trenches white 'n' nervous but you bet | O |
| Playin' lovely 'ands of poker with his busy bay o net | O |
| 'Fraid of givin' 'n' of takin' 'fraid of gases 'fraid of guns | Q |
| But a champion lightweight terror to the gor forsaken 'Uns | Q |
Edward Dyson
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