Bricks Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEBFDED GHEIJHKIEI LMNNOMPNON QRSETRUEVE HWEEXWYEEE SZA2HLZB2HEH EC2D2E2NC2NE2NE2E2 SF2SG2OF2SG2H2G2 EESI2J2EEI2C2I2 NKCK2LKL2K2EK2 SE2ESLE2M2SSS EM2LGEM2NGEG EB2E2ONB2GOE2O| Dear Ned I now take up my pen to write | A |
| you these few lines | B |
| And hopin' how they find you fit Gorbli' | C |
| it seems an age | D |
| Since Jumbo ducked the Port 'n' drilled 'n' | E |
| polished to the nines | B |
| He walked his pork on Collins like a hero off | F |
| the stage | D |
| Then hiked a rifle 'cross the sea this bleedin' | E |
| war to wage | D |
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| The things what's 'appened lately calls to | G |
| Jumbo's mind that day | H |
| Our push took on the Peewee pack 'n' | E |
| belted out their lard | I |
| With twenty cops to top it off But now I'm | J |
| stowed away | H |
| A bullet in me gizzard where I took it good | K |
| and hard | I |
| A dealin' stoush 'n' mullock to the Prussian | E |
| flamin' Guard | I |
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| At Bullcoor mortal charnce had dumped a | L |
| mutton truck of us | M |
| From good ole Port ker flummox where we | N |
| didn't orter be | N |
| All in a 'elpless hole the Pug Bill Carkeek | O |
| Son 'n' Gus | M |
| Don Steve 'n' Jack 'n' seven more 'n' as | P |
| it 'appens me | N |
| With nothin' in since breakfast 'n' a week | O |
| to go for tea | N |
| - | |
| Worked loose from Caddy's bunch we went | Q |
| it gay until we found | R |
| We'd took to 'arf the ragin' German Hempire | S |
| on our own | E |
| Then down we went so 'umble with our noses | T |
| in the ground | R |
| Takin' cover in the rubble If a German head | U |
| was shown | E |
| It was fare the well to Herman with a bullet | V |
| through the bone | E |
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| We slogged the cows remorseless 'n' they | H |
| laid for us a treat | W |
| We held that stinkin' cellar though 'n' when | E |
| the day was done | E |
| Son pussied on his bingie where a Maxie trim | X |
| 'n' neat | W |
| Had spit out loaded lightnin' and he slugged | Y |
| a tubby Hun | E |
| Then choked a Fritzie with his dukes 'n' | E |
| pinched the sooner's gun | E |
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| We rigged her on her knuckle bones Cri' | S |
| how she lapped 'em up | Z |
| We hosed 'em out with livin' lead That was | A2 |
| the second day | H |
| Me left eye I'd 'ave give for jest a bubble in a | L |
| cup | Z |
| Three fingers I'd 'ave parted for a bone I've | B2 |
| flung away | H |
| But the butcher wasn't callin' 'n' the fountain | E |
| didn't play | H |
| - | |
| T'was rotten mozzle Neddo We had blown | E |
| out ever clip | C2 |
| 'N' 'blooed the hammunition for the little box | D2 |
| of tricks | E2 |
| Each took a batten in his fist Sez Billy | N |
| Let 'er rip | C2 |
| But Son he claws his stubble Sez he | N |
| Hold a brace of ticks | E2 |
| Then Yow he pipes 'n' Strewth he | N |
| sez it's bricks you blighters | E2 |
| bricks | E2 |
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| There's more than 'arf a million spilt where | S |
| somethin' hit a pub | F2 |
| We creeps among 'n' sorts 'em stack afore | S |
| 'n' stack behind | G2 |
| The Hun is comin' at us with his napper like | O |
| a tub | F2 |
| You couldn't 'ope to miss it pickled par | S |
| alysed 'n' blind | G2 |
| Sez Sonny Lay 'em open Give 'em | H2 |
| blotches on the rind | G2 |
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| Then bricks was flyin' in the wind Mine | E |
| dinted Otto's chin | E |
| Ole Nosey got his brother which he never | S |
| more will roam | I2 |
| When Ulrich stopped a Port bookay he rolled | J2 |
| his alley in | E |
| Their fire was somethin' fierce Poor Son | E |
| was blowin' blood 'n' foam | I2 |
| Fill up he coughs 'n' plug 'em S'elp | C2 |
| me Gord we're goin' 'ome | I2 |
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| With bricks we drove right at 'em 'n' we | N |
| wanged 'em best we could | K |
| 'Twas either bed 'n' breakfast or a scribble | C |
| and a wreath | K2 |
| Haynes bust a Prussian's almond took the | L |
| bay'net where he stood | K |
| Then heaved his last 'arf Brunswick split | L2 |
| the demon's grinnin' teeth | K2 |
| And Son went down in glory with a German | E |
| underneath | K2 |
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| We'd started out with gibbers in our clobber | S |
| and our 'ats | E2 |
| They gave us floatin' lead enough to stop an | E |
| army cor | S |
| We yelled like fiends 'n' countered with a | L |
| lovely flight of bats | E2 |
| Then rushed in close formation heavin' cot | M2 |
| tages n' tore | S |
| Through blinded bleedin' Bosches 'n' lor | S |
| love yeh it was war | S |
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| We came peltin' headfirst 'elpless in a drain | E |
| among a lot | M2 |
| Of dirty damned old Tommies Gord The | L |
| best that ever blew | G |
| Eight left of us all punctured each man | E |
| holdin' what he'd got | M2 |
| Me wild a rat hole in me lung but in me | N |
| mauley too | G |
| A bull nosed brick with whiskers where no | E |
| whiskers ever grew | G |
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| There's nothin' doin' now I wear me blan | E |
| kets like a toff | B2 |
| The way this fat nurse pets me strewth it's | E2 |
| well to be so sick | O |
| A dreamin' of our contract 'n' the way we | N |
| pulled it off | B2 |
| I reckon Haig is phonin' Hughes Hullo | G |
| there Billy Quick | O |
| A dozen of the pushes and a thousan' tons | E2 |
| of brick | O |
Edward George Dyson
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