The Tunnel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH IJIJKLKL

Toil's a tunnel there's no way outA
For fellows the like o' meB
A beggar wi' only a crust an' a cloutA
At the worst o' the worst is freeB
but I work to eat an' I eat to workC
It's always the same old roundD
And I dassent fail for the day I shirkC
They'll shovel me undergroundD
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I guess God meant it to be that wayE
For a man must make his breadF
I was born to bondage to earn my payE
To slave to the day I'm deadF
To live in a tunnel to die in a ditchG
That's just what us fellows doH
For the poor must be makin' the rich more richG
An' the many must serve the fewH
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Aye we live in a tunnel most o' usI
A fearin' to lose our jobJ
But who has the right to gripe an' cussI
So the goblet's hot on the hobJ
An' I mustn't be havin' the wife complainK
An' I can't let the childer fastL
So I'll toil in my tunnel an' drag my chainK
Clank Clank Clank to the lastL

Robert William Service



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