The Golden Game Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED FGFGHGIG JKJKLGMG NONPKGQG RBRBSGTG| If ever there was a Golden Game | A |
| To brace the nerves to cure repining | B |
| To put the Dumps to flight and shame | A |
| It's Cricket when the sun is shining | B |
| Gentlemen toss the foolscap by | C |
| Gentlemen change from books to leather | D |
| Breathe your fill of the breeze from the hill | E |
| Thanking Bliss for the great blue weather | D |
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| If ever there was a bag could beat | F |
| The box possessed by Miss Pandora | G |
| 'Tis that in which there cuddle neat | F |
| The tools to shape the flying Fourer | G |
| Gentlemen watch the purple ball | H |
| Gentlemen keep your wits in tether | G |
| Take your joy with the heart of a boy | I |
| Under the dome of the big blue weather | G |
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| If ever I feel my veins abound | J |
| With zealous blood more fit for Twenty | K |
| 'Tis when upon the shaven ground | J |
| Fair Fortune gives me runs in plenty | K |
| Gentlemen all while sinews last | L |
| Bat ye bowl ye friends together | G |
| Play the play till the end of your day | M |
| Mellowest mates in the big blue weather | G |
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| But ever the ancient tale is told | N |
| And History the jade repeated | O |
| By Time who's never over bowled | N |
| At last we find ourselves defeated | P |
| Gentlemen all though stiff we be | K |
| Youth comes along in finest feather | G |
| Just as keen as we all have been | Q |
| Out on the turf in the great blue weather | G |
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| There's ever the deathless solace left | R |
| To gaze at younger heroes smiting | B |
| Of neither grit nor hope bereft | R |
| Up to the end for victory fighting | B |
| Gentlemen all we taste delight | S |
| Banished now from the stream and heather | G |
| Calm and cool on an old camp stool | T |
| Watching the game in the big blue weather | G |
Norman Rowland Gale
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