Young Kings And Old Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFF GGHH IIJJ KKJJ| The Young King fights in the trenches and the Old King fights in the rear | A |
| Because he is old and feeble and not for a thought of fear | A |
| The Young King fights for the Future and the Old King fights for the Past | B |
| The Young King is fighting his first fight and the Old King is fighting his last | B |
| It is ever the same old battle be the end of it Beer or Blood | C |
| Or whether the rifles rattle or whether a friend flings mud | C |
| Or a foe to the rescue dashes and the touch of a stranger thrills | D |
| Or the Truth or the bayonet flashes or the Lie or a bullet kills | D |
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| The young man strives to determine which are the truths or lies | E |
| And the old man preaches his sermon and he takes to his bed and dies | E |
| And the parson is there and the nurse is or the bread is there and the wine | F |
| And the son of the minister curses as he dies in the firing line | F |
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| And ever and ever and ever as it was in ages untold | G |
| The women grow still more clever and the young know more than the old | G |
| Till the seer on the hill cries Treason and the witch grins out of her hole | H |
| And a clarion voice shouts Reason and the Drums of Destruction roll | H |
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| The young bard bounds to the office with eyes and with cheeks a glow | I |
| And he meets the old on the stairway with tottering knees and slow | I |
| And ever the Cowards of Conscience or Envy or Greed or Trade | J |
| Are forcing us back from Antwerp or forcing us from Belgrade | J |
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| But courage By hut or steeple and courage for old and young | K |
| No song for the sullen people has ever been left unsung | K |
| And the crudest note that was worthy has never gone by unfelt | J |
| I shall die in peace by the Danube while you shall sing by the Scheldt | J |
Henry Lawson
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