My Mate Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCCC DBDBCCCC EBEBFCFC GBGBGCGC CCCCCCCC HCHCBCBC| I've been sittin' starin' starin' at 'is muddy pair of boots | A |
| And tryin' to convince meself it's 'im | B |
| Look out there lad That sniper 'e's a dysey when 'e shoots | A |
| 'E'll be layin' of you out the same as Jim | B |
| Jim as lies there in the dug out wiv 'is blanket round 'is 'ead | C |
| To keep 'is brains from mixin' wiv the mud | C |
| And 'is face as white as putty and 'is overcoat all red | C |
| Like 'e's spilt a bloomin' paint pot but it's blood | C |
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| And I'm tryin' to remember of a time we wasn't pals | D |
| 'Ow often we've played 'ookey 'im and me | B |
| And sometimes it was music 'alls and sometimes it was gals | D |
| And even there we 'ad no disagree | B |
| For when 'e copped Mariar Jones the one I liked the best | C |
| I shook 'is 'and and loaned 'im 'arf a quid | C |
| I saw 'im through the parson's job I 'elped 'im make 'is nest | C |
| I even stood god farther to the kid | C |
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| So when the war broke out sez 'e Well wot abaht it Joe | E |
| Well wot abaht it lad sez I to 'im | B |
| 'Is missis made a awful fuss but 'e was mad to go | E |
| 'E always was 'igh sperrited was Jim | B |
| Well none of it's been 'eaven and the most of it's been 'ell | F |
| But we've shared our baccy and we've 'alved our bread | C |
| We'd all the luck at Wipers and we shaved through Noove Chapelle | F |
| And that snipin' barstard gits 'im on the 'ead | C |
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| Now wot I wants to know is why it wasn't me was took | G |
| I've only got meself 'e stands for three | B |
| I'm plainer than a louse while 'e was 'andsome as a dook | G |
| 'E always WAS a better man than me | B |
| 'E was goin' 'ome next Toosday 'e was 'appy as a lark | G |
| And 'e'd just received a letter from 'is kid | C |
| And 'e struck a match to show me as we stood there in the dark | G |
| When that bleedin' bullet got 'im on the lid | C |
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| 'E was killed so awful sudden that 'e 'adn't time to die | C |
| 'E sorto jumped and came down wiv a thud | C |
| Them corpsy lookin' star shells kept a streamin' in the sky | C |
| And there 'e lay like nothin' in the mud | C |
| And there 'e lay so quiet wiv no mansard to 'is 'ead | C |
| And I'm sick and blamed if I can understand | C |
| The pots of 'alf and 'alf we've 'ad and ZIP like that 'e's dead | C |
| Wiv the letter of 'is nipper in 'is 'and | C |
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| There's some as fights for freedom and there's some as fights for fun | H |
| But me my lad I fights for bleedin' 'ate | C |
| You can blame the war and blast it but I 'opes it won't be done | H |
| Till I gets the bloomin' blood price for me mate | C |
| It'll take a bit o' bayonet to level up for Jim | B |
| Then if I'm spared I think I'll 'ave a bid | C |
| Wiv 'er that was Mariar Jones to take the place of 'im | B |
| To sorter be a farther to 'is kid | C |
Robert Service
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