The Cockney Soul Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CC DDEE FFGG CC HHII JJ JJCC HC| From Woolwich and Brentford and Stamford Hill from Richmond into the Strand | A |
| Oh the Cockney soul is a silent soul as it is in every land | A |
| But out on the sand with a broken band it's sarcasm spurs them through | B |
| And with never a laugh in a gale and a half 'tis the Cockney cheers the crew | B |
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| Oh send them a tune from the music halls with a chorus to shake the sky | C |
| Oh give them a deep sea chanty now and a star to steer them by | C |
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| Now this is a song of the great untrained a song of the Unprepared | D |
| Who had never the brains to plead unfit or think of the things they dared | D |
| Of the grocer souled and the draper souled and the clerks of the four o'clock | E |
| Who stood for London and died for home in the nineteen fourteen shock | E |
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| Oh this is a pork shop warrior's chant come back from it maimed and blind | F |
| To a little old counter in Grey's Inn road and a tiny parlour behind | F |
| And the bedroom above where the wife and he go silently mourning yet | G |
| For a son in law who shall never come back and a dead son's room To Let | G |
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| But they have a boy in the fried fish line in a shop across the wye | C |
| Who will take them aht and abaht to night and cheer their old eyes dry | C |
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| And this is a song of the draper's clerk what have you all to say | H |
| He'd a tall top hat and a walking coat in the city every day | H |
| He wears no flesh on his broken bones that lie in the shell churned loam | I |
| For he went over the top and struck with his cheating yard wand home | I |
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| Oh touch your hat to the tailor made before you are aware | J |
| And lilt us a lay of Bank holiday and the lights of Leicester square | J |
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| Hats off to the dowager lady at home in her house in Russell square | J |
| Like the pork shop back and the Brixton flat they are silently mourning there | J |
| For one lay out ahead of the rest in the slush 'neath a darkening sky | C |
| With the blood of a hundred earls congealed and his eye glass to his eye | C |
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| He gave me a cheque in an envelope on a distant gloomy day | H |
| He gave me his hand at the mansion door and he said Good luck Good bai | C |
Henry Lawson
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