A Song Of The Sandbags Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDE FGBGHGFIJK GLGLMNMN FOPOMONMFM MMMMMGMG FQRQSQFTGGGT| No Bill I'm not a spooning out no patriotic tosh | A |
| The cove be'ind the sandbags ain't a death or glory cuss | B |
| And though I strafes 'em good and 'ard I doesn't 'ate the Boche | C |
| I guess they're mostly decent just the same as most of us | B |
| I guess they loves their 'omes and kids as much as you or me | D |
| And just the same as you or me they'd rather shake than fight | E |
| And if we'd 'appened to be born at Berlin on the Spree | D |
| We'd be out there with 'Ans and Fritz dead sure that we was right | E |
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| A standin' up to the sandbags | F |
| It's funny the thoughts wot come | G |
| Starin' into the darkness | B |
| 'Earin' the bullets 'um | G |
| Zing Zip Ping Rip | H |
| 'ark 'ow the bullets 'um | G |
| A leanin' against the sandbags | F |
| Wiv me rifle under me ear | I |
| Oh I've 'ad more thoughts on a sentry go | J |
| Than I used to 'ave in a year | K |
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| I wonder Bill if 'Ans and Fritz is wonderin' like me | G |
| Wot's at the bottom of it all Wot all the slaughter's for | L |
| 'E thinks 'e's right of course 'e ain't but this we both agree | G |
| If them as made it 'ad to fight there wouldn't be no war | L |
| If them as lies in feather beds while we kips in the mud | M |
| If them as makes their fortoons while we fights for 'em like 'ell | N |
| If them as slings their pot of ink just 'ad to sling their blood | M |
| By Crust I'm thinkin' there 'ud be another tale to tell | N |
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| Shiverin' up to the sandbags | F |
| With a hicicle 'stead of a spine | O |
| Don't it seem funny the things you think | P |
| 'Ere in the firin' line | O |
| Whee Whut Ziz Zut | M |
| Lord 'ow the bullets whine | O |
| Hunkerin' down when a star shell | N |
| Cracks in a sputter of light | M |
| You can jaw to yer soul by the sandbags | F |
| Most any old time o' night | M |
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| They talks o' England's glory and a 'oldin' of our trade | M |
| Of Empire and 'igh destiny until we're fair flim flammed | M |
| But if it's for the likes o' that that bloody war is made | M |
| Then wot I say is Empire and 'igh destiny be damned | M |
| There's only one good cause Bill for poor blokes like us to fight | M |
| That's self defence for 'earth and 'ome and them that bears our name | G |
| And that's wot I'm a doin' by the sandbags 'ere to night | M |
| But Fritz out there will tell you 'e's a doin' of the same | G |
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| Starin' over the sandbags | F |
| Sick of the 'ole damn thing | Q |
| Firin' to keep meself awake | R |
| 'Earin' the bullets sing | Q |
| Hiss Twang Tsing Pang | S |
| Saucy the bullets sing | Q |
| Dreamin' 'ere by the sandbags | F |
| Of a day when war will cease | T |
| When 'Ans and Fritz and Bill and me | G |
| Will clink our mugs in fraternity | G |
| And the Brotherhood of Labour will be | G |
| The Brotherhood of Peace | T |
Robert William Service
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