Songs Of The Fleet - The Little Admiral Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCADA E FGAGHIJK E LMCMANON E PQAQRASA E| Stand by to reckon up your battleships | A |
| Ten twenty thirty there they go | B |
| Brag about your cruisers like Leviathans | A |
| A thousand men a piece down below | B |
| But here's just one little Admiral | C |
| We're all of us his brothers and his sons | A |
| And he's worth O he's worth at the very least | D |
| Double all your tons and all your guns | A |
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| Stand by etc | E |
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| See them on the forebridge signalling | F |
| A score of men a hauling hand to hand | G |
| And the whole fleet flying like the wild geese | A |
| Moved by some mysterious command | G |
| Where's the mighty will that shows the way to them | H |
| The mind that sees ahead so quick and clear | I |
| He's there Sir walking all alone there | J |
| The little man whose voice you never hear | K |
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| Stand by etc | E |
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| There are queer things that only come to sailormen | L |
| They're true but they're never understood | M |
| And I know one thing about the Admiral | C |
| That I can't tell rightly as I should | M |
| I've been with him when hope sank under us | A |
| He hardly seemed a mortal like the rest | N |
| I could swear that he had stars upon his uniform | O |
| And one sleeve pinned across his breast | N |
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| Stand by etc | E |
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| Some day we're bound to sight the enemy | P |
| He's coming tho' he hasn't yet a name | Q |
| Keel to keel and gun to gun he'll challenge us | A |
| To meet him at the Great Armada game | Q |
| None knows what may be the end of it | R |
| But we'll all give our bodies and our souls | A |
| To see the little Admiral a playing him | S |
| A rubber of the old Long Bowls | A |
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| Stand by etc | E |
Henry John Newbolt, Sir
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