Chant-pagan Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHDGB IJKJKLMJNMO PJQPJRRSSJJJO TJJUJVJJJWTXJWVO JJYZA2JA2ZB2B2YJO SC2JD2D2JJJSE2JF2OOC 2O

ENGLISH IRREGULAR DISCHARGEDA
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Me that 'ave been what I've beenB
Me that 'ave gone where I've goneC
Me that 'ave seen what I've seenD
'Ow can I ever take onE
With awful old England againF
An' 'ouses both sides of the streetG
And 'edges two sides of the laneH
And the parson an' gentry betweenD
An' touchin' my 'at when we meetG
Me that 'ave been what I've beenB
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Me that 'ave watched 'arf a worldI
'Eave up all shiny with dewJ
Kopje on kop to the sunK
An' as soon as the mist let 'em throughJ
Our 'elios winkin' like funK
Three sides of a ninety mile squareL
Over valleys as big as a shireM
quot Are ye there Are ye there Are ye there quotJ
An' then the blind drum of our fireN
An' I'm rollin' 'is lawns for the SquireM
MeO
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Me htat 'ave rode through the darkP
Forty mile often on endJ
Along the Ma'ollisberg RangeQ
With only the stars for my markP
An' only the night for my friendJ
An' things runnin' off as you passR
An' things jumpin' up in the grassR
An' the silence the shine an' the sizeS
Of the 'igh unexpressible skiesS
I am takin' some letters almostJ
As much as a mile to the postJ
An' quot mind you come back with the change quotJ
MeO
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Me that saw Barberton tookT
When we dropped through the clouds on their 'eadJ
An' they 'ove the guns over and fledJ
Me that was through Di'mond I'llU
An' Pieters an' Springs an' BelfastJ
From Dundee to Vereeniging allV
Me that stuck out to the lastJ
An' five bloomin' bars on my chestJ
I am doin' my Sunday school bestJ
By the 'elp of the Squire an' 'is wifeW
Not to mention the 'ousemaid an' cookT
To come in an' 'ands up an' be stillX
An' honestly work for my breadJ
My livin' in that state of lifeW
To which it shall please God to callV
MeO
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Me that 'ave followed my tradeJ
In the place where the Lightnin's are madeJ
quot Twixt the Rains and the Sun and the MoonY
Me that lay down an' got upZ
Three years with the sky for my roofA2
That 'ave ridden my 'unger an' thirstJ
Six thousand raw mile on the hoofA2
With the Vaal and the Orange for cupZ
An' the Brandwater Basin for dishB2
Oh it's 'ard to be'ave as they wishB2
Too 'ard an' a little too soonY
I'll 'ave to think over it firstJ
MeO
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I will arise an' get 'enceS
I will trek South and make sureC2
If it's only my fancy or notJ
That the sunshine of England is paleD2
And the breezes of England are staleD2
An' there's something' gone small with the lotJ
For I know of a sun an' a windJ
An' some plains and a mountain be'indJ
An' some graves by a barb wire fenceS
An' a Dutchman I've fought 'oo might giveE2
Me a job where I ever inclinedJ
To look in an' offsaddle an' liveF2
Where there's neither a road nor a treeO
But only my Maker an' meO
An I think it will kill me or cureC2
So I think I will go there an' seeO

Rudyard Kipling



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