The Black Dudeen Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFFG HHIJBBBBKKLLMM NNOOPPQQAARR SSTUVVWWXXYY ZZA2A2B2C2D2D2E2E2 BBF2F2BBBBA2A2C2C2G2 G2H2H2BB H2BOBC2E2C2C2E2| Humping it here in the dug out | A |
| Sucking me black dudeen | B |
| I'd like to say in a general way | C |
| There's nothing like Nickyteen | B |
| There's nothing like Nickyteen me boys | D |
| Be it pipes or snipes or cigars | E |
| So be sure that a bloke | F |
| Has plenty to smoke | F |
| If you wants him to fight your wars | G |
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| When I've eat my fill and my belt is snug | H |
| I begin to think of my baccy plug | H |
| I whittle a fill in my horny palm | I |
| And the bowl of me old clay pipe I cram | J |
| I trim the edges I tamp it down | B |
| I nurse a light with an anxious frown | B |
| I begin to draw and my cheeks tuck in | B |
| And all my face is a blissful grin | B |
| And up in a cloud the good smoke goes | K |
| And the good pipe glimmers and fades and glows | K |
| In its throat it chuckles a cheery song | L |
| For I likes it hot and I likes it strong | L |
| Oh it's good is grub when you're feeling hollow | M |
| But the best of a meal's the smoke to follow | M |
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| There was Micky and me on a night patrol | N |
| Having to hide in a fizz bang hole | N |
| And sure I thought I was worse than dead | O |
| Wi' them crump crumps hustlin' over me head | O |
| Sure I thought 'twas the dirty spot | P |
| Hammer and tongs till the air was hot | P |
| And mind you water up to your knees | Q |
| And cold A monkey of brass would freeze | Q |
| And if we ventured our noses out | A |
| A typewriter clattered its pills about | A |
| The Field of Glory Well I don't think | R |
| I'd sooner be safe and snug in clink | R |
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| Then Micky he goes and he cops one bad | S |
| He always was having ill luck poor lad | S |
| Says he Old chummy I'm booked right through | T |
| Death and me 'as a wrongday voo | U |
| But 'aven't you got a pinch of shag | V |
| I'd sell me perishin' soul for a fag | V |
| And there he shivered and cussed his luck | W |
| So I gave him me old black pipe to suck | W |
| And he heaves a sigh and he takes to it | X |
| Like a babby takes to his mammy's tit | X |
| Like an infant takes to his mother's breast | Y |
| Poor little Micky he went to rest | Y |
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| But the dawn was near though the night was black | Z |
| So I left him there and I started back | Z |
| And I laughed as the silly old bullets came | A2 |
| For the bullet ain't made wot's got me name | A2 |
| Yet some of 'em buzzed onhealthily near | B2 |
| And one little blighter just chipped me ear | C2 |
| But there I got to the trench all right | D2 |
| When sudden I jumped wi' a start o' fright | D2 |
| And a word that doesn't look well in type | E2 |
| I'd clean forgotten me old clay pipe | E2 |
| - | |
| So I had to do it all over again | B |
| Crawling out on that filthy plain | B |
| Through shells and bombs and bullets and all | F2 |
| Only this time I do not crawl | F2 |
| I run like a man wot's missing a train | B |
| Or a tom cat caught in a plump of rain | B |
| I hear the spit of a quick fire gun | B |
| Tickle my heels but I run I run | B |
| Through crash and crackle and flicker and flame | A2 |
| Oh the packet ain't issued wot's got me name | A2 |
| I run like a man that's no ideer | C2 |
| Of hunting around for a sooveneer | C2 |
| I run bang into a German chap | G2 |
| And he stares like an owl so I bash his map | G2 |
| And just to show him that I'm his boss | H2 |
| I gives him a kick on the parados | H2 |
| And I marches him back with me all serene | B |
| Wiv tucked in me grup me old dudeen | B |
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| Sitting here in the trenches | H2 |
| Me heart's a splittin' with spleen | B |
| For a parcel o' lead comes missing me head | O |
| But it smashes me old dudeen | B |
| God blast that red headed sniper | C2 |
| I'll give him somethin' to snipe | E2 |
| Before the war's through | C2 |
| Just see how I do | C2 |
| That blighter that smashed me pipe | E2 |
Robert Service
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