"fighting Mac" Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBBD EFEFFGG HIHIIJK LMNMMFF OPOPPFF OQOQQRR ESESSOO TUTUUDD GOGOOVV| A | |
| In pitiful defeat a warrior lies | B |
| A last defiance to dark Death is hurled | C |
| A last wild challenge shocks the sunlit skies | B |
| Alone he falls with wide wan woeful eyes | B |
| Eyes that could smile at death could not face shame | D |
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| Alone alone he paced his narrow room | E |
| In the bright sunshine of that Paris day | F |
| Saw in his thought the awful hand of doom | E |
| Saw in his dream his glory pass away | F |
| Tried in his heart his weary heart to pray | F |
| O God who made me give me strength to face | G |
| The spectre of this bitter black disgrace | G |
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| The burn brawls darkly down the shaggy glen | H |
| The bee kissed heather blooms around the door | I |
| He sees himself a barefoot boy again | H |
| Bending o'er page of legendary lore | I |
| He hears the pibroch grips the red claymore | I |
| Runs with the Fiery Cross a clansman true | J |
| Sworn kinsman of Rob Roy and Roderick Dhu | K |
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| Eating his heart out with a wild desire | L |
| One day behind his counter trim and neat | M |
| He hears a sound that sets his brain afire | N |
| The Highlanders are marching down the street | M |
| Oh how the pipes shrill out the mad drums beat | M |
| On to the gates of Hell my Gordons gay | F |
| He flings his hated yardstick away | F |
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| He sees the sullen pass high crowned with snow | O |
| Where Afghans cower with eyes of gleaming hate | P |
| He hurls himself against the hidden foe | O |
| They try to rally ah too late too late | P |
| Again defenseless with fierce eyes that wait | P |
| For death he stands like baited bull at bay | F |
| And flouts the Boers that mad Majuba day | F |
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| He sees again the murderous Soudan | O |
| Blood slaked and rapine swept He seems to stand | Q |
| Upon the gory plain of Omdurman | O |
| Then Magersfontein and supreme command | Q |
| Over his Highlanders To shake his hand | Q |
| A King is proud and princes call him friend | R |
| And glory crowns his life and now the end | R |
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| The awful end His eyes are dark with doom | E |
| He hears the shrapnel shrieking overhead | S |
| He sees the ravaged ranks the flame stabbed gloom | E |
| Oh to have fallen the battle field his bed | S |
| With Wauchope and his glorious brother dead | S |
| Why was he saved for this for this And now | O |
| He raises the revolver to his brow | O |
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| In many a Highland home framed with rude art | T |
| You'll find his portrait rough hewn stern and square | U |
| It's graven in the Fuyam fellah's heart | T |
| The Ghurka reads it at his evening prayer | U |
| The raw lands know it where the fierce suns glare | U |
| The Dervish fears it Honor to his name | D |
| Who holds aloft the shield of England's fame | D |
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| Mourn for our hero men of Northern race | G |
| We do not know his sin we only know | O |
| His sword was keen He laughed death in the face | G |
| And struck for Empire's sake a giant blow | O |
| His arm was strong Ah well they learnt the foe | O |
| The echo of his deeds is ringing yet | V |
| Will ring for aye All else let us forget | V |
Robert William Service
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