My Prisoner Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCDAED FFGGDHHD IIAEDJJD DDKKLMML DDNNDOOD PPAAQKKQ DDDDRJJR PPDDDEKD DDSSKMMK

We was in a crump 'ole 'im and meA
Fightin' wiv our bayonets was weA
Fightin' 'ard as 'ell we wasB
Fightin' fierce as fire becauseC
It was 'im or me as must be downedD
'E was twice as big as meA
I was 'arf the weight of 'eE
We was like a terryer and a 'oundD
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'Struth But 'e was sich a 'andsome blokeF
Me I'm 'andsome as a chunk o' cokeF
Did I give it 'im Not 'arfG
Why it fairly made me laughG
'Cos 'is bloomin' bellows wasn't soundD
Couldn't fight for monkey nutsH
Soon I gets 'im in the gutsH
There 'e lies a floppin' on the groundD
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In I goes to finish up the jobI
Quick 'e throws 'is 'ands above 'is nobI
Speakin' English good as meA
'Tain't no use to kill says 'eE
Can't yer tyke me prisoner insteadD
Why I'd like to sir says IJ
But yer knows the reason whyJ
If we pokes our noses out we're deadD
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Sorry sir Then on the other 'andD
As a gent like you must understandD
If I 'olds you longer 'ereK
Wiv yer pals so werry nearK
It's me 'oo'll 'ave a free trip to BerlinL
If I lets yer go awayM
Why you'll fight another dayM
See the sitooation I am inL
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Anyway I'll tell you wot I'll doD
Bein' kind and seein' as it's youD
Knowin' 'ow it's cold the feelN
Of a 'alf a yard o' steelN
I'll let yer 'ave a rifle ball insteadD
Now jist think yerself in luckO
'Ere ol' man You keep 'em stuckO
Them saucy dooks o' yours above yer 'eadD
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'Ow 'is mits shot up it made me smileP
'Ow 'e seemed to ponder for a whileP
Then 'e says It seems a shymeA
Me a man wot's known ter FymeA
Give me blocks of stone I'll give yer godsQ
Whereas pardon me I'm sureK
You my friend are still obscureK
In war says I that makes no blurry oddsQ
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Then says 'e I've painted picters tooD
Oh dear God The work I planned to doD
And to think this is the endD
'Ere says I my hartist friendD
Don't you give yerself no friskin' airsR
Picters statoos is that whyJ
You should be let off to dieJ
That the best ye done Just say yer prayersR
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Once again 'e seems ter think awhileP
Then 'e smiles a werry 'aughty smileP
Why no sir it's not the bestD
There's a locket next me breastD
Picter of a gel 'oo's eyes are blueD
That's the best I've done says 'eE
That's me darter aged threeK
Blimy says I I've a nipper tooD
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Straight I chucks my rifle to one sideD
Shows 'im wiv a lovin' farther's prideD
Me own little Mary JaneS
Proud 'e shows me 'is ElaineS
And we talks as friendly as can beK
Then I 'elps 'im on 'is wayM
'Opes 'e's sife at 'ome to dayM
Wonders 'ow would 'e 'ave treated meK

Robert Service



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