My Army, O, My Army! Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBBCCDED FFGGG HHIII JJKKK LLMNN AAOOP| My Army O my army The time I dreamed of comes | A |
| I want to see your colours I want to hear your drums | A |
| I heard them in my boyhood when all men s hearts seemed cold | B |
| I heard them as a Young Man and I am growing old | B |
| My army O my army The signs are manifold | B |
| My army O my army My army and my Queen | C |
| I used to sing your battle songs when I was seventeen | C |
| They came to me from ages they came from far and near | D |
| They came to me from Paris they came to me from Here | E |
| They came when I was marching with the Army of the Rear | D |
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| My Queen s dark eyes were flashing oh she was younger then | F |
| My Queen s Red Cap was redder than the reddest blood of men | F |
| My Queen marched like an Amazon with anger manifest | G |
| Her dark hair darkly matted from a knifegash in her breast | G |
| For blood will flow where milk will not her sisters knew the rest | G |
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| My legions ne er were listed they had no need to be | H |
| My army ne er was trained in arms twas trained in misery | H |
| It took long years to mould it but war could never drown | I |
| The shuffling of my army s feet in the hunger haunted town | I |
| A little child was murdered and so Tyranny went down | I |
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| My army kept no order my army kept no time | J |
| My army dug no trenches yet died in dust and slime | J |
| Its troops were fiercely ignorant as to the manner born | K |
| Its clothes were rags and tatters or patches worn and torn | K |
| Ah me It wore a uniform that I have often worn | K |
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| The faces of my army were ghastly as the dead | L |
| My army s cause was Hunger my army s cry was Bread | L |
| It called on God and Mary and Christ of Nazareth | M |
| It cried to kings and courtesans that fainted at its breath | N |
| Its women beat their poor flat breasts where babes had starved to death | N |
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| My army My army I hear the sound of drums | A |
| Above the roar of battles and lo my army comes | A |
| Nor creed of man may stay it nor war nor nation s law | O |
| The pikes go through the firing lines as pitchforks go through straw | O |
| Like pitchforks through the litter while empires stand in awe | P |
Henry Lawson
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