Peace, Blessed Peace Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAACDCCD DDDDEFEEG DHDHADAAD IAIADADDA DADAJKJJK LLLLEMEEM NCNCNANNA| Here in the flamin' thick of thick of things | A |
| With Death across the way 'n' traps | B |
| What little Fritz the German flings | A |
| Explodin' in yer lunch pe'aps | A |
| It ain't all glory for a bloke' | C |
| It ain't all corfee 'ot and stoo | D |
| Nor wavin' banners in the smoke | C |
| Or practisin' the bay'net stroke | C |
| We has our little troubles too | D |
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| Here's Trigger Ribb bin seein' red | D |
| 'N' raisin' Cain because he had | D |
| Back in the caverns iv his 'ead | D |
| A 'oller tooth run ravin' mad | D |
| Pore Trigger up 'n' down the trench | E |
| Was jiggin' like a blithered loan | F |
| 'N' every time she give a wrench | E |
| You orter seen the beggar blench | E |
| You orter 'eard him play a toon | G |
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| The sullen shells was pawin' blind | D |
| A feelin' for us grim as sin | H |
| While now 'n' then we'd likely find | D |
| A dizzy bomb come limpin' in | H |
| But Trigger simply let 'er sizz | A |
| He 'ardly begged to be excused | D |
| This was no damn concern of his | A |
| He twined a muffler round his phiz | A |
| 'N' fearful was the words he used | D |
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| Lest we be getting' cock a whoop | I |
| Ole 'Ans tries out his box of tricks | A |
| His bullets all around the coop | I |
| Is peckin' like a million chicks | A |
| But Trigger when they barks his snout | D |
| Don't sniff at it He won't confess | A |
| They're on the earth ignores the clout | D |
| 'N' makes the same old sung about | D |
| His brimmin' mug of bitterness | A |
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| They raided us there in the mud | D |
| One day afore the dead sun rose | A |
| Me oath the mess of stuff and blood | D |
| Would give a slaughterman the joes | A |
| And when the scrap is past and done | J |
| Where's Trigger Ribb The noble youth | K |
| Has got his bay'net in a Hun | J |
| While down his cheeks the salt tears run | J |
| Sez he to me Gorbli' this tooth | K |
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| A shell hoist Trigger in a tree | L |
| We found him motherin' his jor | L |
| If this ache's goin' on sez he | L |
| So 'elp me it'll spoil the war | L |
| Five collared Trigger on his perch | E |
| They wired his molar to a bough | M |
| Then give the anguished one a lurch | E |
| 'N' down he pitches From that birch | E |
| His riddled tooth is hangin' now | M |
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| This afternoon it's merry 'ell | N |
| Grenades is comin' by the peck | C |
| A big gun times us true 'n well | N |
| And oh we gets it in the neck | C |
| They lick out flames hat reach a mile | N |
| The drip of lead will never cease | A |
| But Trigger's pottin' all the while | N |
| He sports a fond 'n' foolish smile | N |
| Thank Gord he sez a bit of peace | A |
Edward George Dyson
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