The Telegraph Operator Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFGFHIJI KLKLMLNO PQPQRSRS TUTUVWVR XYXYZA2ZA2 B2C2B2C2D2LD2L ZPZPE2F2E2F2 G2FG2FRDRDI will not wash my face | A |
I will not brush my hair | B |
I pig around the place | A |
There's nobody to care | B |
Nothing but rock and tree | C |
Nothing but wood and stone | D |
Oh God it's hell to be | C |
Alone alone alone | D |
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Snow peaks and deep gashed draws | E |
Corral me in a ring | F |
I feel as if I was | G |
The only living thing | F |
On all this blighted earth | H |
And so I frowst and shrink | I |
And crouching by my hearth | J |
I hear the thoughts I think | I |
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I think of all I miss | K |
The boys I used to know | L |
The girls I used to kiss | K |
The coin I used to blow | L |
The bars I used to haunt | M |
The racket and the row | L |
The beers I didn't want | N |
I wish I had 'em now | O |
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Day after day the same | P |
Only a little worse | Q |
No one to grouch or blame | P |
Oh for a loving curse | Q |
Oh in the night I fear | R |
Haunted by nameless things | S |
Just for a voice to cheer | R |
Just for a hand that clings | S |
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Faintly as from a star | T |
Voices come o'er the line | U |
Voices of ghosts afar | T |
Not in this world of mine | U |
Lives in whose loom I grope | V |
Words in whose weft I hear | W |
Eager the thrill of hope | V |
Awful the chill of fear | R |
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I'm thinking out aloud | X |
I reckon that is bad | Y |
The snow is like a shroud | X |
Maybe I'm going mad | Y |
Say wouldn't that be tough | Z |
This awful hush that hugs | A2 |
And chokes one is enough | Z |
To make a man go bugs | A2 |
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There's not a thing to do | B2 |
I cannot sleep at night | C2 |
No wonder I'm so blue | B2 |
Oh for a friendly fight | C2 |
The din and rush of strife | D2 |
A music hall aglow | L |
A crowd a city life | D2 |
Dear God I miss it so | L |
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Here you have moped enough | Z |
Brace up and play the game | P |
But say it's awful tough | Z |
Day after day the same | P |
I've said that twice I bet | E2 |
Well there's not much to say | F2 |
I wish I had a pet | E2 |
Or something I could play | F2 |
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Cheer up don't get so glum | G2 |
And sick of everything | F |
The worst is yet to come | G2 |
God help you till the Spring | F |
God shield you from the Fear | R |
Teach you to laugh not moan | D |
Ha ha it sounds so queer | R |
Alone alone alone | D |
Robert William Service
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