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The Dragon Of Winter Hill Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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This is the tale the old men tell the tale that was told to me	B
Of the blue green dragon	C
The dreadful dragon	C
The dragon who flew so free	B
The last of his horrible scaly race	D
Who settled and made his nesting place	D
Some hundreds of thousands of years ago	E
One day as the light was falling low	E
And the turbulent wind was still	F
In a stony hollow	E
Where none dared follow	E
Beyond the ridge on the gorse clad summit the summit of Winter Hill	F
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The news went round in the camp that night	G
it was Dickon who brought it first	H
How the wonderful dragon	C
The fiery dragon	C
On his terrified eyes had burst	H
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I was out he said for a fat young buck	I
But never a touch I had of luck	I
And still I wandered and wandered on	J
Till all the best of the day was gone	K
When suddenly lo in a flash of flame	L
Full over the ridge a green head came	L
A green head flapped with a snarling lip	M
And a long tongue set with an arrow's tip	M
I own I didn't stand long at bay	N
But I cast my arrows and bow away	N
And I cast my coat and I changed my plan	O
And forgot the buck and away I ran	O
And oh but my heart was chill	F
For still as I ran I heard the bellow	E
Of the terrible slaughtering fierce eyed fellow	E
Who has made his lair on the gorse clad summit	P
the summit of Winter Hill	F
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Then the women talked as the women will and the men folk they talked too	Q
Of the raging dragon	C
The hungry dragon	C
The dragon of green and blue	Q
And the Bards with their long beards flowing down	R
They sat apart and were seen to frown	R
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But at last the Chief Bard up and spoke	S
Now I swear by beech and I swear by oak	S
By the grass and the streams I swear said he	B
This dragon of Dickon's puzzles me	B
For the record stands as well ye know	E
How a hundred years and a year ago	E
We dealt the dragons a smashing blow	E
By issuing from our magic tree	B
A carefully framed complete decree	B
Which ordered dragons to cease to be	B
Still since our Dickon is passing sure	T
That he saw a regular Simon pure	T
Some dragon's egg as it seems contrived	U
To elude our curses and so survived	U
On an inaccessible rocky shelf	V
Where at last it managed to hatch itself	V
Whatever the cause the result is plain	W
We're in for a dragon fuss again	X
We haven't the time and what is worse	Y
We haven't the means to frame a curse	Y
So what is there left for us to say	N
Save this that our men at break of day	N
Must gather and go to kill	F
The monstrous savage	Z
Whose fire blasts ravage	A2
The flocks and herds on the gorse clad summit	P
the summit of Winter Hill	F
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II	A
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So the men when they heard the Chief Bard utter the order that bade them	B2
try	A
For the awful dragon	C
The dauntless dragon	C
They all of them shouted Aye	A
For everyone felt assured that he	B
Whatever the fate of the rest might be	B
However few of them might survive	C2
Was certainly safe to stay alive	C2
And was probably bound to deal the blow	E
That would shatter the beast and lay him low	E
And end the days of their dragon foe	E
And all the women folk egged them on	J
It was Up with your heart and at him John	J
Or Gurth you'll bring me his ugly head	D2
Or Lance my man when you've struck him dead	D2
When he hasn't a wag in his fearful tail	E2
Carve off and bring me a blue green scale	E2
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Then they set to work at their swords and spears	F2
Such a polishing hadn't been seen for years	F2
They made the tips of their arrows sharp	G2
Re strung and burnished the Chief Bard's harp	G2
Dragged out the traditional dragon bag	H2
Sewed up the rents in the tribal flag	H2
And all in the midst of the talk and racket	I2
Each wife was making her man a packet	P
A hunch of bread and a wedge of cheese	J2
And a nubble of beef and to moisten these	J2
A flask of her home brewed not too thin	K2
As a driving force for his javelin	C
When the moment arrived to spill	F
The blood of the terror	L2
Hatched out in error	L2
Who had perched his length on the gorse clad summit	P
the summit of Winter Hill	F
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The night had taken her feast of stars and the sun shot up in flame	L
When Now for the dragon	C
Who hunts the dragon	C
The call from the watchers came	L
And shaking the mists of sleep away	N
The men stepped into the light of day	N
Twice two hundred in loose array	N
With a good round dozen of bards to lead them	B2
And their wives all waving their hands to speed them	B2
While the Chief Bard fixed in his chair of state	M2
With his harp and his wreath looked most sedate	M2
It wasn't his place to fight or tramp	N2
When the warriors went he stayed in camp	N2
But still from his chair he harped them on	J
Till the very last of the host had gone	K
Then he yawned and solemnly shook his head	D2
And leaving his seat returned to bed	D2
To sleep as a good man will	F
Who braving malice and tittle tattle	O2
Has checked his natural lust for battle	O2
And sent the rest to the gorse clad summit	P
the summit of Winter Hill	F
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III	A
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Marching at ease in the cheerful air on duty and daring bent	P2
In quest of the dragon	C
The fateful dragon	C
The fierce four hundred went	P2
Over the hills and through the plain	W
And up the slopes of the hills again	X
The sleek rooks washed in the morning's dew	Q
Rose at their coming and flapped and flew	Q
In a black procession athwart the blue	Q
And the plovers circled about on high	A
With many a querulous piping cry	A
And the cropping ewes and the old bell wether	A
Looked up in terror and pushed together	A
And still with a grim unbroken pace	D
The men moved on to their battle place	D
Softly silently all tip toeing	Q2
With their lips drawn tight and their eyes all glowing	Q2
With gleaming teeth and straining ears	F2
And the sunshine laughing on swords and spears	F2
Softly silently on they go	E
To the hidden lair of the fearful foe	E
They have neared the stream they have crossed the bridge	A2
And they stop in sight of the rugged ridge	A2
And it's Flankers back and Skirmishers in	K2
And the summit is theirs to lose or win	K2
To win with honour or lose with shame	L
And so to the place itself they came	L
And gazed with an awful thrill	F
At the ridge of omen	C
Beset by foemen	C
At the arduous summit the gorse clad summit	P
the summit of Winter Hill	F
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But where was the dragon the scale clad dragon	C
the dragon that Dickon saw	R2
The genuine dragon	C
The pitiless dragon	C
The dragon that knew no law	R2
Lo just as the word to charge rang out	S2
And before they could give their battle shout	S2
On a stony ledge	T2
Of the ridge's edge	T2
With its lips curled back and its teeth laid bare	A
And a hiss that ripped the morning air	A
With its backbone arched	U2
And its tail well starched	U2
With bristling hair and flattened ears	F2
What shape of courage and wrath appears	F2
A cat a tortoiseshell mother cat	V2
And a very diminutive cat at that	V2
And below her nesting upon the ground	W2
A litter of tiny kits they found	W2
Tortoiseshell kittens one two three	A
Lying as snug as snug could be	A
And they took the kittens with shouts of laughter	A
And turned for home and the cat came after	A
And when in the camp they told their tale	E2
The women but stop I draw a veil	E2
The cat had tent life forced upon her	A
And was kept in comfort and fed with honour	A
But Dickon has heard his fill	F
Of the furious dragon	C
They tried to bag on	C
The dragonless summit the gorse clad summit	P
the summit of Winter Hill	F