Enemy Conscript Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDAAEEFF GGHHFFIIJJKKLL MMNNFFOO GPGGFFQQRR SSTTUUVWXXYYGG| What are we fighting for | A |
| We fellows who go to war | A |
| fighting for Freedom's sake | B |
| You give me the belly ache | B |
| Freedom to starve or slave | C |
| Freedom aye in the grave | C |
| Fighting for hearth and home | D |
| Who haven't an inch of loam | D |
| Hearth Why even a byre | A |
| Can only be ours for hire | A |
| Dying for future peace | E |
| Killing that killing cease | E |
| To hell with such tripe I say | F |
| Sufficient unto the day | F |
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| It isn't much fun being dead | G |
| Better to le in bed | G |
| Cuddle up to the wife | H |
| Making not taking life | H |
| To the corpse that stinks in the clay | F |
| Does it matter who wins the day | F |
| What odds if tyrants reign | I |
| They can't put irons on the brain | I |
| One always can eat one's grub | J |
| Smoke and drink in a pub | J |
| There's happiness in a glass | K |
| A pipe and the kiss of a lass | K |
| It's the best we get anyhow | L |
| In the life we are living now | L |
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| Who's wanting a hero's fate | M |
| To the dead cheers come too late | M |
| Flesh is softer than steel | N |
| Wounds are weary to heal | N |
| In the maniac hell of the fray | F |
| Who is there dares to say | F |
| Hate will be vanquished by Love | O |
| God's in His Heaven above | O |
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| When those who govern us lead | G |
| The lads they command to bleed | P |
| When rulers march at the head | G |
| And statesmen fall with the dead | G |
| When Kings leap into the fray | F |
| Fight in the old time way | F |
| Perish beside their men | Q |
| Maybe O maybe then | Q |
| War will be part of the past | R |
| Peace will triumph at last | R |
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| Meantime such lads as I | S |
| Who wouldn't have harmed a fly | S |
| Have got to get out and kill | T |
| Lads whom we bear no ill | T |
| As simple as we no doubt | U |
| Who seek what it's all about | U |
| Who die in defence of what | V |
| Homes that they haven't got | W |
| Who perish when all they ask | X |
| is to finish the daily task | X |
| Make bread for the little ones | Y |
| Not feed the greed of the guns | Y |
| When fields of battle are red | G |
| And diplomats die in bed | G |
Robert Service
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