Mickey Mollynoo Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEBFDGD HIAJGAKJLJ LMNKAOPKAK KQRSRQRSKT UGPAVGWAUA XYKZZZRZAZ ZZA2ZB2ZUZZ KZAC2B2ZUC2UC2 AKAB2AKPB2UA AZKAD2ZUAAA UZKB2KZZB2PB2 RKKUAKE2UPU ZZAAZZZAPA| A mile long panto dragon ploddin' | A |
| 'opeless all the day | B |
| Stuffed out with kits 'n' spiked with rifles | C |
| steamin' in its sweat | D |
| A heavin' down the misty road club footed | E |
| through the clay | B |
| By waggons bogged 'n' buckin' guns | F |
| the wildest welter yet | D |
| Like 'arf creation's tenants shiftin' early | G |
| in the wet | D |
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| We're marchin' out we dunno where to meet | H |
| we dunno who | I |
| But here we lights eventual 'n' sighs 'n' | A |
| slips the kit | J |
| 'N' 'struth the first to take us on is Mickie | G |
| Mollynoo | A |
| A copper of the Port he was when 'istory | K |
| was writ | J |
| Sez I We're sent to face the foe 'n' selp | L |
| me this is It | J |
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| A shine John Hop is Mollynoo A mix up | L |
| with the push | M |
| Is all his joy One evenin' when his | N |
| baton's flyin' free | K |
| I takes a baby brick 'n' drives it hard agin | A |
| the cush | O |
| 'N' Privit Mick is scattered out fer all the | P |
| world to see | K |
| But not afore indelible he's put his mark on | A |
| me | K |
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| I got the signs Masonic all inlaid along me | K |
| lug | Q |
| Where Molly P C swiped me in them | R |
| 'appy careless days | S |
| He's sargin' now a vet'ran I'm a newchum | R |
| and a mug | Q |
| 'N' when he sorter fixes me there's some | R |
| thin' in his gaze | S |
| That's pensive like Move on sez he | K |
| Keep movin' there he says | T |
| - | |
| If after this I dreams of scraps promiscuous | U |
| and crool | G |
| The mills in Butcher's Alley when the | P |
| watch is on the wine | A |
| Those nights he raided Wylie's shed to break | V |
| the two up school | G |
| I takes a screw at Molly With a grin that | W |
| ain't divine | A |
| He's toyin' with a scar of old I reckernise | U |
| as mine | A |
| - | |
| 'N' so I'm layin' for it 'n' I'm wonderin' how | X |
| 'n' what | Y |
| We're signed on with the Germans 'n' there | K |
| ain't a vacant date | Z |
| But sure it's comin' to me 'n' it's comin' 'ard | Z |
| 'n' 'ot | Z |
| Me lurk is patient waitin' but I'm trim | R |
| min' while I wait | Z |
| A brick to jab or swing with in a willin' | A |
| tatertate | Z |
| - | |
| Oh judge me wonder There's a scrim that | Z |
| follers on a raid | Z |
| I'm roughin' it all in with Hans He sock | A2 |
| me such a bat | Z |
| I slides on somethin' narsty 'n' me little grave | B2 |
| is made | Z |
| But Molly butts my Hun 'n' leaves no face | U |
| beneath his hat | Z |
| 'N' 'Scuse me Mister Herr sez he I have a lien on that | Z |
| - | |
| He helps me under cover 'n' he 'ands me | K |
| somethin' wet | Z |
| I've got a lick or two that leaves me feelin' | A |
| pretty sick | C2 |
| Lor love yeh ole John Hop sez I yiv | B2 |
| buried me in debt | Z |
| Don't minton ut at all he sez 'n' eyes | U |
| me arf a tick | C2 |
| 'N' back there in the trench I sits 'n' trims | U |
| another brick | C2 |
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| 'Tis all this how a month or more then | A |
| Mollynoo sez he | K |
| Come aisy Jumm yeh loafer little hell 'n' | A |
| all to view | B2 |
| A job most illegant is on cut out fer you 'n' | A |
| me | K |
| The damnedest dirtiest fighter on the | P |
| Continent is you | B2 |
| Bar one yeh gougin' thafe 'n' that is | U |
| Sargin' Mollynoo | A |
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| I take with knife 'n' pistol arf a brick to line | A |
| me shirt | Z |
| We creeps a thousan' yards or so to jigger | K |
| up a gun | A |
| Which seven Huns is workin' on the Irish like | D2 |
| a squirt | Z |
| We gets across them me 'n' him I pots | U |
| the extra one | A |
| Mick chokes his third in comfort 'n' | A |
| be'old the thing is done | A |
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| He stands above me rakin' sweat from off his | U |
| gleamin' nut | Z |
| Me dipper's leakin' Mick sez I me | K |
| leg is bit in two | B2 |
| Sez he Bleed there in comfort I'm for | K |
| bringin' help ye scut | Z |
| He's back in twenty minutes with a dillied | Z |
| German crew | B2 |
| Three'll carry in the gun sez he the | P |
| rest will carry you | B2 |
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| I dunno how he got 'em but he made them | R |
| barrer me | K |
| They lugged the gun before him 'n' he | K |
| yarded them like geese | U |
| Then Mickie s'lutes the Major They're in | A |
| custody sez he | K |
| Fer conduc' calculated to provoke a breach | E2 |
| iv peace | U |
| A tearin' iv me uniform 'n' 'saultin' the | P |
| po lice | U |
| - | |
| Then down he dumped His wounds would | Z |
| make a 'arf a column list | Z |
| When hack to front I chucks me bricks 'n' | A |
| smiles the best I can | A |
| He grins at me Yer right sez he Hold | Z |
| out yer bla' guard fist | Z |
| I couldn't fight yeh blarst yeh if yeh dinted | Z |
| in me pan | A |
| This messin' round wid Germans makes a | P |
| chicken iv a man | A |
Edward George Dyson
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