The Sniper Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABB CADAA EFGFF HIHJI AIAIKK| Because back home in Tennessee | A |
| I was a champeen shot | B |
| They made a sniper outa me | A |
| An' ninety krouts I got | B |
| I wish to Christ I'd not | B |
| - | |
| Athinkin' o' them blasted lives | C |
| It's kindo' blue I be | A |
| Them lads no doubt had kids an' wives | D |
| An' happy home like me | A |
| Them stiffs I still can see | A |
| - | |
| Aye ninety men or more my hand | E |
| Has hustled down to hell | F |
| They've loaded me with medals and | G |
| They tell me I done well | F |
| A hero for a spell | F |
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| But Heaven help me to forget | H |
| Them fellow men I've slain | I |
| The bubbling flow of blood I've let | H |
| I'll never kill again | J |
| To swat flies gives me pain | I |
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| Just let me dream when we will see | A |
| And end of soldierin' | I |
| When flags of famous victory | A |
| Will be amoulderin' | I |
| An' lethal steel an' battle blast | K |
| Be nightmares of the past | K |
Robert William Service
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