Sister Ann Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCCDED FGFGHIHHIBI JKJKLFLLFMF JNJNOPOOPQR STSTUVUUVRV WXWNYPYYPNP TZTZA2HA2A2HB2H

I'm lyin' in a narrow bedA
'N' starin' at a wallB
Where all is white my plastered headA
Is whitest of it allB
My life is jist a whitewashed blankC
With flamin' spurts of painD
I dunno who I've got to thankC
I've p'raps been trod on by a tankC
Or caught out in the rainD
When skies were peltin' fish plates bricksE
'n' lengths of bullock chainD
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I'm lyin' here a sulky swineF
'N' hatin' of the blokeG
Who's in the doss right next to mineF
With 'arf his girders brokeG
He never done no 'arm t meH
'N' he's pertickler illI
But I have got him snouted seeH
'N' all old earth beside but sheH
Come with the chemist's swillI
'N' puts a kind soft 'and on mine 'n' allB
my nark is stillI
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She ain't a beaut she's thirty twoJ
She scales eleven stoneK
But 'struth I didn't think it trueJ
There was such women grownK
She's nurse 'n' sister mum 'n' dadL
'N' all that straight 'n' fineF
In every girl I ever hadL
When Gabr'el comes 'n' all the gladL
Young saints are tipped the signF
You'll see this donah take her place firstM
angel in the lineF
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She's sweet 'n' cool her touch is dewJ
Wet lilies on yer browN
Jist 'ark et me what never knewJ
Of lilies up to nowN
She fits your case in 'arf a winkO
'N' knows how why 'n' whereP
If you are five days gone in drinkO
N' hoverin' on perdition's brinkO
It is her brother thereP
God how pain will take a man andQ
He has spoke with herR
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I dunno if she ever sleepsS
Ten minutes at a stretchT
A dozen times a night she creepsS
To soothe a screamin' wretchT
Who has a tiger headed HunU
A gnawin' at his chestV
'N' when the long 'ard flght is wonU
'N' he is still 'n' nearly doneU
She smiles down on his restV
'N' minds me of a mother with a baby at herR
breastV
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The curly kid we cuddled whenW
There was no splendid rowX
It seemed a little matter thenW
But feels so wondrous nowN
It's part of her She's Joan iv ArkY
Flo Nightingale all fairP
'N' dinkum dames who've made their markY
If she comes tip toe in the darkY
We blighters feel her thereP
The whole pack perks up like a bird 'n'N
sorter takes the airP
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She chats you in a 'Ighland botchT
But if our Sis saw fitZ
To pitch Hindoo instead of ScotchT
I'd get the hang of itZ
Because her heart it is that talksA2
What now is plain to meH
At war where bloody murder stalksA2
'N' Nick his hottest samples hawksA2
I have been given to seeH
What simple human kindness is whatB2
brotherhood may beH

Edward George Dyson



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