The Fool Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD ABABEFEF GHGHIBIB JCKCLGLG MHMHNHNH OPOPQCQC| But it isn't playing the game he said | A |
| And he slammed his books away | B |
| The Latin and Greek I've got in my head | A |
| Will do for a duller day | B |
| Rubbish I cried The bugle's call | C |
| Isn't for lads from school | D |
| D'ye think he'd listen Oh not at all | C |
| So I called him a fool a fool | D |
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| Now there's his dog by his empty bed | A |
| And the flute he used to play | B |
| And his favourite bat but Dick he's dead | A |
| Somewhere in France they say | B |
| Dick with his rapture of song and sun | E |
| Dick of the yellow hair | F |
| Dicky whose life had but begun | E |
| Carrion cold out there | F |
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| Look at his prizes all in a row | G |
| Surely a hint of fame | H |
| Now he's finished with nothing to show | G |
| Doesn't it seem a shame | H |
| Look from the window All you see | I |
| Was to be his one day | B |
| Forest and furrow lawn and lea | I |
| And he goes and chucks it away | B |
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| Chucks it away to die in the dark | J |
| Somebody saw him fall | C |
| Part of him mud part of him blood | K |
| The rest of him not at all | C |
| And yet I'll bet he was never afraid | L |
| And he went as the best of 'em go | G |
| For his hand was clenched on his broken blade | L |
| And his face was turned to the foe | G |
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| And I called him a fool oh how blind was I | M |
| And the cup of my grief's abrim | H |
| Will Glory o' England ever die | M |
| So long as we've lads like him | H |
| So long as we've fond and fearless fools | N |
| Who spurning fortune and fame | H |
| Turn out with the rallying cry of their schools | N |
| Just bent on playing the game | H |
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| A fool Ah no He was more than wise | O |
| His was the proudest part | P |
| He died with the glory of faith in his eyes | O |
| And the glory of love in his heart | P |
| And though there's never a grave to tell | Q |
| Nor a cross to mark his fall | C |
| Thank God we know that he batted well | Q |
| In the last great Game of all | C |
Robert William Service
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