The Vanguard [11] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFF GGHHII JJKKLL MNOOPP QQRREE| They say in all kindness I m out of the hunt | A |
| Too old and too deaf to be sent to the Front | A |
| A scribbler of stories a maker of songs | B |
| To the fireside and armchair my valour belongs | B |
| Yet in campaigns all hopeless in bitterest strife | C |
| I have been at the Front all the days of my life | C |
| Oh your girl feels a princess your people are proud | D |
| As you march down the street midst the cheers of the crowd | D |
| And the Nation s behind you and cloudless your sky | E |
| And you come back to Honour or gloriously die | E |
| While for each thing that brightens and each thing that cheers | F |
| I have starved in the trenches these forty long years | F |
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| The cities were silent the people were glum | G |
| No sound of a bugle no tap of a drum | G |
| Our enemies mighty and Parliaments sour | H |
| Our Land s lovers few and no Man of the Hour | H |
| The Girl turned her nose up maybe twas before | I |
| And they voted us Cracked when we marched to the war | I |
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| Our army was small and twas scattered afar | J |
| And our headquarters down where the Poor People are | J |
| But I knew the great hearts of the Jims and the Bills | K |
| And we signalled by wireless as old as the hills | K |
| There were songs that could reach to our furthermost wing | L |
| And Sorrow and Poverty taught me to sing | L |
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| Our War Hymn the war hymn that ever prevails | M |
| Oh we sang it of old when we marched from Marseilles | N |
| And our army traditions are cherished with pride | O |
| In streets and in woods where we triumphed or died | O |
| Where rebel or loyal by farmhouse and town | P |
| The chorus waxed faint as they volleyed us down | P |
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| No V C comes to us no rest nor release | Q |
| Though hardest of all is this fighting in peace | Q |
| Small honour to wife or to daughter or son | R |
| Though noblest of all are the deeds that are done | R |
| But we never are conquered we never can die | E |
| For we live through the ages my army and I | E |
Henry Lawson
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