In Hospital Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAAAB CDCCCD EFEEEF GHBGGGH IBIIIB JEJJJE KLKKKL MNMMMN OEOOOE EEEEEE PEPPPE EBEEEB QRQQQR IBIIIB| It is thirty moons since I slung me hook | A |
| From the job at the hay and corn | B |
| Took me solemn oath 'n' I straight forsook | A |
| All the ways of life dinkum ways 'n' crook | A |
| 'N' the things on which it was good to look | A |
| Since the day when a bloke was born | B |
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| I was give a gun 'n' a bay'net bright | C |
| 'N' a 'ell of a swag iv work | D |
| N' I dipped my lid to the big pub light | C |
| To the ole push cobbers I give Good night | C |
| Slipped a kiss to 'er 'n' I wings me flight | C |
| For a date with the demon Turk | D |
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| Ez we pricked our heel to the skitin' drum | E |
| Square 'n' all I was gone a mile | F |
| With a perky air 'n' a 'eart ez glum | E |
| Ez a long dead cod I was blind 'n' dumb | E |
| Holdin' do the tear that was bound to come | E |
| At a word or a friendly smile | F |
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| Now I've seen it all I may come out dead | G |
| But I 'ope never more a fool | H |
| I have scorched 'n' thirsted 'n' froze 'n' | B |
| bled | G |
| 'N' bin taught the use of the human head | G |
| For when all is done 'n' when all is said | G |
| War's a wonderful sort of school | H |
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| I've bin taught to get 'em 'n' never fret | I |
| 'N' to sleep without dreamin' when | B |
| We have swarmed a slope with the red rain wet | I |
| I 'ave learned a pile 'n' I'm learnin' yet | I |
| But the thing I've learned that I won't forget | I |
| Is a way of not judgin' men | B |
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| We was shot down there in a dirty place | J |
| From the mansions 'n' huts we'd come | E |
| 'N' of all the welter the 'ardest case | J |
| Was a little swine with a dimpled face | J |
| Who a year ago was dispensin' lace | J |
| In a Carlton em por ee um | E |
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| In the moochin' days of me giddy youth | K |
| When I kidded meself a treat | L |
| I'd have pass him one ez a gooey 'Strewth | K |
| On the track iv Huns he's a eight day sleuth | K |
| 'N' at tearin' into 'em nail 'n' tooth | K |
| He's got Julius Caesar beat | L |
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| I ain't proud with him 'n' I'm modest too | M |
| When dividin' a can of swill | N |
| With a Algy boy from the wilds iv Kew | M |
| Cos I do not know what the cow will do | M |
| When a Fritzy offers to sock me through | M |
| 'N' it's good to be livin' still | N |
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| There you are you see Oh it makes you sore | O |
| When a bloke you despised at 'ome | E |
| In them pifflin' days of the years before | O |
| Takes a odds on chance with the God of War | O |
| 'N' he tows you out with his left lung tore | O |
| 'N' a crack in his bleedin' dome | E |
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| 'Twas a lad called Hugh done ez much for me | E |
| He has curls 'n' he's fair 'n' slim | E |
| Well I mind the days in the Port when we | E |
| Puts it over Hugh coz we don't agree | E |
| With his tone 'n' style 'n' my foot was free | E |
| When the push made a hack of him | E |
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| Now he's paid me back I had struck a snag | P |
| And must creep through the battle spume | E |
| All a flamin' age with a grinnin' jag | P |
| In me thigh for water or jest a fag | P |
| Like a crippled snake I was forced to drag | P |
| Shattered flesh till the crack of doom | E |
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| When they saw me he was the one who came | E |
| 'N' he give me a raffish grin | B |
| 'N' a swig I wasn't so bad that shame | E |
| Didn't get me then for the lad was lame | E |
| They had passed him his but his 'art was game | E |
| 'N' he coughed ez he brought me in | B |
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| I have tackled God on me bended knees | Q |
| So He'll save him alive 'n' whole | R |
| For the sake of one who he thinks he sees | Q |
| When the Nurse's hands bring a kind of ease | Q |
| And I thank God too for the things like these | Q |
| That have give me a sort of soul | R |
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| There are Percies Algies 'n' Claudes I've met | I |
| Who could take it 'n' come agen | B |
| While the bullets flew in a screamin' jet | I |
| What in pain 'n' death and in mire 'n' sweat | I |
| I 'ave learned from them that I won't forget | I |
| Is a way of not judgin' men | B |
Edward George Dyson
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