The Crusaders Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEBFB GHIJGHIJ KGEGBGIG BBILBBBL BEGMGEIM BNMJJOBJ JBMJMBIJ JBJGBBGG OGBLMGIE BBIGEBBG EMBGMMPG| What price yer humble Dicko Smith | A |
| in gaudy putties girt | B |
| With sand blight in his optics and much | C |
| leaner than he started | D |
| Round the 'Oly Land cavorting in three | E |
| quarters of a shirt | B |
| And imposin' on the natives ez one Dick | F |
| the Lion 'Earted | B |
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| We are drivin' out the infidel we're hittin' | G |
| up the Turk | H |
| Same ez Richard slung his right across the | I |
| Saracen invader | J |
| In old days of which I'm readin' Now | G |
| we're gettin' in our work | H |
| 'N' what price me nibs I ask yeh ez a | I |
| qualified Crusader | J |
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| 'Ere I am a thirsty Templar in the fields of | K |
| Palestine | G |
| Where that hefty little fighter Bobby | E |
| Sable smit the heathen | G |
| And where Richard Coor de Lion trimmed | B |
| the Moslem good 'n' fine | G |
| 'N' he took the belt from Saladin the | I |
| slickest Dago breathin' | G |
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| There's no plume upon me helmet 'n' no red | B |
| cross on me chest | B |
| 'N' so fur they haven't dressed me in a | I |
| swanking load of metal | L |
| We've no 'Oly Grail I know of but we do | B |
| our little best | B |
| With a jamtin 'n' a billy 'n' a battered | B |
| ole mess kettle | L |
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| Quite a lot of guyver missin' from our brand | B |
| of chivalry | E |
| We don't make a pert procession when | G |
| we're movin' up the forces | M |
| We've no pretty pawin' stallion 'n' no | G |
| pennants flowin' free | E |
| 'N' no giddy gaudy bedquilts make a | I |
| circus of the 'orses | M |
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| We 'most always slip the cattle 'n' we cut out | B |
| all the dog | N |
| When it fairly comes to buttin' into battle's | M |
| hectic fever | J |
| Goin' forward on our wishbones with our | J |
| noses in the bog | O |
| 'N' we 'eave a pot iv blazes at the cursed | B |
| unbeliever | J |
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| Fancy dress them old Crusaders wore | J |
| and alwiz kep' a band | B |
| What we wear's so near to nothin' that it's | M |
| often 'ardly proper | J |
| And we swings a tank iv iron scrap across | M |
| the 'Oly Land | B |
| From a dinkie gun we nipped ashore the | I |
| other side of Jopper | J |
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| We ain't ever very natty for the climate here | J |
| is hot | B |
| When it isn't liquid mud the dust is thicker | J |
| than the vermin | G |
| Ten to one our bold Noureddin is some wad | B |
| dlin' Turkish pot | B |
| 'N' the Saladin we're on to is a snortin' | G |
| red eyed German | G |
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| But be'old the eighth Crusade 'n' Dicko | O |
| Smith is in the van | G |
| Dicko Coor de Lion from Carlton what | B |
| could teach King Dick a trifle | L |
| For he'd bomb his Royal Jills from out his | M |
| baked pertater can | G |
| Or he'd pink him full of leakage with a | I |
| quaint repeatin' rif e | E |
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| We have sunk our claws in Mizpah and | B |
| Siloam is in view | B |
| By my 'alidom from Agra we will send the | I |
| Faithful reelin' | G |
| Those old timers botched the contract but we | E |
| mean to put it through | B |
| Knights Templars from Balmain the Port | B |
| Monaro Nhill andl Ealin' | G |
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| We 'are wipin' up Jerus'lem we were ready | E |
| with a hose | M |
| Spoutin' lead a dandy cleaner that you bet | B |
| you can rely on | G |
| And Moss Isaacs Cohn and Cohen Moses | M |
| Offelbloom 'n' those | M |
| Can all pack their bettin' bags and come | P |
| right home again to Zion | G |
Edward George Dyson
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