Belts Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEC DDFFG DBHHG BBIII JJKKI LDMMI DDNNDDEEC

There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin QuayA
Between an Irish regiment an' English cavalreeB
It started at Revelly an' it lasted on till darkC
The first man dropped at Harrison's the last forninst the ParkC
For it was quot Belts belts belts an' that's one for you quotD
An' it was quot Belts belts belts an' that's done for you quotD
O buckle an' tongueE
Was the song that we sungE
From Harrison's down to the ParkC
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There was a row in Silver Street the regiments was outD
They called us quot Delhi Rebels quot an' we answered quot Threes about quotD
That drew them like a hornet's nest we met them good an' largeF
The English at the double an' the Irish at the chargeF
Then it was quot BeltsG
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There was a row in Silver Street an' I was in it tooD
We passed the time o' day an' then the belts went whirraruB
I misremember what occurred but subsequint the stormH
A Freeman's Journal Supplemint was all my uniformH
O it was quot BeltsG
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There was a row in Silver Street they sent the Polis thereB
The English were too drunk to know the Irish didn't careB
But when they grew impertinint we simultaneous roseI
Till half o' them was Liffey mud an' half was tatthered clo'esI
For it was quot BeltsI
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There was a row in Silver Street it might ha' raged till nowJ
But some one drew his side arm clear an' nobody knew howJ
'Twas Hogan took the point an' dropped we saw the red blood runK
An' so we all was murderers that started out in funK
While it was quot BeltsI
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There was a row in Silver Street but that put down the shineL
Wid each man whisperin' to his next quot 'Twas never work o' mine quotD
We went away like beaten dogs an' down the street we bore himM
The poor dumb corpse that couldn't tell the bhoys were sorry for himM
When it was quot BeltsI
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There was a row in Silver Street it isn't over yetD
For half of us are under guard wid punishments to getD
'Tis all a merricle to me as in the Clink I lieN
There was a row in Silver Street begod I wonder whyN
But it was quot Belts belts belts an' that's one for you quotD
An' it was quot Belts belts belts an' that's done for you quotD
O buckle an' tongueE
Was the song that we sungE
From Harrison's down to the ParkC

Rudyard Kipling



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