The Haggis Of Private Mcphee Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBAACCDD EEBBAAFFBBGG HHIIJJEEKK LLBBMNOO BBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPBBBB PP BBBBPPQQBB PPFFBBPPEE BBRRFFQQBBJJPPRLBB EEFFPPSS GGPPFFTTBBHae ye heard whit ma auld mither's postit tae me | A |
It fair maks me hamesick says Private McPhee | A |
And whit did she send ye says Private McPhun | B |
As he cockit his rifle and bleezed at a Hun | B |
A haggis A Haggis says Private McPhee | A |
The brawest big haggis I ever did see | A |
And think it's the morn when fond memory turns | C |
Tae haggis and whuskey the Birthday o' Burns | C |
We maun find a dram then we'll ca' in the rest | D |
O' the lads and we'll hae a Burns' Nicht wi' the best | D |
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Be ready at sundoon snapped Sergeant McCole | E |
I want you two men for the List'nin' Patrol | E |
Then Private McPhee looked at Private McPhun | B |
I'm thinkin' ma lad we're confoundedly done | B |
Then Private McPhun looked at Private McPhee | A |
I'm thinkin' auld chap it's a' aff wi' oor spree | A |
But up spoke their crony wee Wullie McNair | F |
Jist lea' yer braw haggis for me tae prepare | F |
And as for the dram if I search the camp roun' | B |
We maun hae a drappie tae jist haud it doon | B |
Sae rin lads and think though the nicht it be black | G |
O' the haggis that's waitin' ye when ye get back | G |
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My but it wis waesome on Naebuddy's Land | H |
And the deid they were rottin' on every hand | H |
And the rockets like corpse candles hauntit the sky | I |
And the winds o' destruction went shudderin' by | I |
There wis skelpin' o' bullets and skirlin' o' shells | J |
And breengin' o' bombs and a thoosand death knells | J |
But cooryin' doon in a Jack Johnson hole | E |
Little fashed the twa men o' the List'nin' Patrol | E |
For sweeter than honey and bricht as a gem | K |
Wis the thocht o' the haggis that waitit for them | K |
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Yet alas in oor moments o' sunniest cheer | L |
Calamity's aften maist cruelly near | L |
And while the twa talked o' their puddin' divine | B |
The Boches below them were howkin' a mine | B |
And while the twa cracked o' the feast they would hae | M |
The fuse it wis burnin' and burnin' away | N |
Then sudden a roar like the thunner o' doom | O |
A hell leap o' flame then the wheesht o' the tomb | O |
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Haw Jock Are ye hurtit says Private McPhun | B |
Ay Geordie they've got me I'm fearin' I'm done | B |
It's ma leg I'm jist thinkin' it's aff at the knee | B |
Ye'd best gang and leave me says Private McPhee | B |
Oh leave ye I wunna says Private McPhun | B |
And leave ye I canna for though I micht run | B |
It's no faur I wud gang it's no muckle I'd see | B |
I'm blindit and that's whit's the maitter wi' me | B |
Then Private McPhee sadly shakit his heid | P |
If we bide here for lang we'll be bidin' for deid | P |
And yet Geordie lad I could gang weel content | P |
If I'd tasted that haggis ma auld mither sent | P |
That's droll says McPhun ye've jist speakit ma mind | P |
Oh I ken it's a terrible thing tae be blind | P |
And yet it's no that that embitters ma lot | P |
It's missin' that braw muckle haggis ye've got | P |
For a while they were silent then up once again | B |
Spoke Private McPhee though he whussilt wi' pain | B |
And why should we miss it Between you and me | B |
We've legs for tae run and we've eyes for tae see | B |
You lend me your shanks and I'll lend you ma sicht | P |
And we'll baith hae a kyte fu' o' haggis the nicht | P |
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Oh the sky it wis dourlike and dreepin' a wee | B |
When Private McPhun gruppit Private McPhee | B |
Oh the glaur it wis fylin' and crieshin' the grun' | B |
When Private McPhee guidit Private McPhun | B |
Keep clear o' them corpses they're maybe no deid | P |
Haud on There's a big muckle crater aheid | P |
Look oot There's a sap we'll be haein' a coup | Q |
A staur shell For Godsake Doun lad on yer daup | Q |
Bear aff tae yer richt Aw yer jist daein' fine | B |
Before the nicht's feenished on haggis we'll dine | B |
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There wis death and destruction on every hand | P |
There wis havoc and horror on Naebuddy's Land | P |
And the shells bickered doun wi' a crump and a glare | F |
And the hameless wee bullets were dingin' the air | F |
Yet on they went staggerin' cooryin' doun | B |
When the stutter and cluck o' a Maxim crept roun' | B |
And the legs o' McPhun they were sturdy and stoot | P |
And McPhee on his back kept a bonnie look oot | P |
On on ma brave lad We're no faur frae the goal | E |
I can hear the braw sweerin' o' Sergeant McCole | E |
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But strength has its leemit and Private McPhun | B |
Wi' a sab and a curse fell his length on the grun' | B |
Then Private McPhee shoutit doon in his ear | R |
Jist think o' the haggis I smell it from here | R |
It's gushin' wi' juice it's embaumin' the air | F |
It's steamin' for us and we're jist aboot there | F |
Then Private McPhun answers Dommit auld chap | Q |
For the sake o' that haggis I'll gang till I drap | Q |
And he gets on his feet wi' a heave and a strain | B |
And onward he staggers in passion and pain | B |
And the flare and the glare and the fury increase | J |
Till you'd think they'd jist taken a' hell on a lease | J |
And on they go reelin' in peetifu' plight | P |
And someone is shoutin' away on their right | P |
And someone is runnin' and noo they can hear | R |
A sound like a prayer and a sound like a cheer | L |
And swift through the crash and the flash and the din | B |
The lads o' the Hielands are bringin' them in | B |
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They're baith sairly woundit but is it no droll | E |
Hoo they rave aboot haggis says Sergeant McCole | E |
When hirplin alang comes wee Wullie McNair | F |
And they a' wonnert why he wis greetin' sae sair | F |
And he says I'd jist liftit it oot o' the pot | P |
And there it lay steamin' and savoury hot | P |
When sudden I dooked at the fleech o' a shell | S |
And it dropped on the haggis and dinged it tae hell | S |
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And oh but the lads were fair taken aback | G |
Then sudden the order wis passed tae attack | G |
And up from the trenches like lions they leapt | P |
And on through the nicht like a torrent they swept | P |
On on wi' their bayonets thirstin' before | F |
On on tae the foe wi' a rush and a roar | F |
And wild to the welkin their battle cry rang | T |
And doon on the Boches like tigers they sprang | T |
And there wisna a man but had death in his ee | B |
For he thocht o' the haggis o' Private McPhee | B |
Robert Service
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