Priscilla Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABCCCB DDDEFFFE GGGEHHHE IIIJKKKJ LLLEMMME NOOPQQQP RRREKKKE SSSTUUUV WWWEMMME| Jerry MacMullen the millionaire | A |
| Driving a red meat bus out there | A |
| How did he win his Croix de Guerre | A |
| Bless you that's all old stuff | B |
| Beast of a night on the Verdun road | C |
| Jerry stuck with a woeful load | C |
| Stalled in the mud where the red lights glowed | C |
| Prospect devilish tough | B |
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| Little Priscilla he called his car | D |
| Best of our battered bunch by far | D |
| Branded with many a bullet scar | D |
| Yet running so sweet and true | E |
| Jerry he loved her knew her tricks | F |
| Swore She's the beat of the best big six | F |
| And if ever I get in a deuce of a fix | F |
| Priscilla will pull me through | E |
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| Looks pretty rotten right now says he | G |
| Hanged if the devil himself could see | G |
| Priscilla it's up to you and me | G |
| To show 'em what we can do | E |
| Seemed that Priscilla just took the word | H |
| Up with a leap like a horse that's spurred | H |
| On with the joy of a homing bird | H |
| Swift as the wind she flew | E |
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| Shell holes shoot at them out of the night | I |
| A lurch to the left a wrench to the right | I |
| Hands grim gripping and teeth clenched tight | I |
| Eyes that glare through the dark | J |
| Priscilla you're doing me proud this day | K |
| Hospital's only a league away | K |
| And honey I'm longing to hit the hay | K |
| So hurry old girl But hark | J |
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| Howl of a shell harsh sudden dread | L |
| Another another Strike me dead | L |
| If the Huns ain't strafing the road ahead | L |
| So the convoy can't get through | E |
| A barrage of shrap and us alone | M |
| Four rush cases you hear 'em moan | M |
| Fierce old messes of blood and bone | M |
| Priscilla what shall we do | E |
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| Again it seems that Priscilla hears | N |
| With a rush and a roar her way she clears | O |
| Straight at the hell of flame she steers | O |
| Full at its heart of wrath | P |
| Fury of death and dust and din | Q |
| Havoc and horror She's in she's in | Q |
| She's almost over she'll win she'll win | Q |
| Woof Crump right in the path | P |
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| Little Priscilla skids and stops | R |
| Jerry MacMullen sways and flops | R |
| Bang in his map the crash he cops | R |
| Shriek from the car Mon Dieu | E |
| One of the bless eacute s hears him say | K |
| Just at the moment he faints away | K |
| Reckon this isn't my lucky day | K |
| Priscilla it's up to you | E |
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| Sergeant raps on the doctor's door | S |
| Car in the court with couch eacute s four | S |
| Driver dead on the dashboard floor | S |
| Strange how the bunch got here | T |
| No says the Doc this chap's alive | U |
| But tell me how could a man contrive | U |
| With both arms broken a car to drive | U |
| Thunder of God it's queer | V |
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| Same little bless eacute makes a spiel | W |
| Says he When I saw our driver reel | W |
| A Strange Shape leapt to the driving wheel | W |
| And sped us safe through the night | E |
| But Jerry he says in his drawling tone | M |
| Rats Why Priscilla came in on her own | M |
| Bless her she did it alone alone | M |
| Hanged if I know who's right | E |
Robert Service
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