The Riders Of The Plains [1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEEFFBBCC GGHHBBCC IIJJBBCC KKLLBBCC| Who is it lacks the knowledge Who are the curs that dare | A |
| To whine and sneer that they do not fear the whelps in the Lion's lair | A |
| But we of the North will answer while life in the North remains | B |
| Let the curs beware lest the whelps they dare are the Riders of the Plains | B |
| For these are the kind whose muscle makes the power of the Lion's jaw | C |
| And they keep the peace of our people and the honour of British law | C |
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| A woman has painted a picture 'tis a neat little bit of art | D |
| The critics aver and it roused up for her the love of the big British heart | D |
| 'Tis a sketch of an English bulldog that tigers would scarce attack | E |
| And round and about and beneath him is painted the Union Jack | E |
| With its blaze of colour and courage its daring in every fold | F |
| And underneath is the title What we have we'll hold | F |
| 'Tis a picture plain as a mirror but the reflex it contains | B |
| Is the counterpart of the life and heart of the Riders of the Plains | B |
| For like to that flag and that motto and the power of that bulldog's jaw | C |
| They keep the peace of our people and the honour of British law | C |
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| These are the fearless fighters whose life in the open lies | G |
| Who never fail on the prairie trail 'neath the Territorial skies | G |
| Who have laughed in the face of the bullets and the edge of the rebels' steel | H |
| Who have set their ban on the lawless man with his crime beneath their heel | H |
| These are the men who battle the blizzards the suns the rains | B |
| These are the famed that the North has named the Riders of the Plains | B |
| And theirs is the might and the meaning and the strength of the bulldog's jaw | C |
| While they keep the peace of the people and the honour of British law | C |
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| These are the men of action who need not the world's renown | I |
| For their valour is known to England's throne as a gem in the British crown | I |
| These are the men who face the front whose courage the world may scan | J |
| The men who are feared by the felon but are loved by the honest man | J |
| These are the marrow the pith the cream the best that the blood contains | B |
| Who have cast their days in the valiant ways of the Riders of the Plains | B |
| And theirs is the kind whose muscle makes the power of old England's jaw | C |
| And they keep the peace of her people and the honour of British law | C |
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| Then down with the cur that questions let him slink to his craven den | K |
| For he daren't deny our hot reply as to who are our mounted men | K |
| He shall honour them east and westward he shall honour them south and north | L |
| He shall bare his head to that coat of red wherever that red rides forth | L |
| 'Tis well that he knows the fibre that the great North West contains | B |
| The North West pride in her men that ride on the Territorial plains | B |
| For of such as these are the muscles and the teeth in the Lion's jaw | C |
| And they keep the peace of our people and the honour of British law | C |
Emily Pauline Johnson
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