Cholera Camp Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDAAAD EEBB FFBB AABB BBBB AABB AABB BBBB CCDBBDCDDDDA| We've got the cholerer in camp it's worse than forty fights | A |
| We're dyin' in the wilderness the same as Isrulites | A |
| It's before us an' be'ind us an' we cannot get away | B |
| An' the doctor's just reported we've ten more to day | B |
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| Oh strike your camp an' go the Bugle's callin' | C |
| The Rains are fallin' | C |
| The dead are bushed an' stoned to keep 'em safe below | D |
| The Band's a doin' all she knows to cheer us | A |
| The Chaplain's gone and prayed to Gawd to 'ear us | A |
| To 'ear us | A |
| O Lord for it's a killin' of us so | D |
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| Since August when it started it's been stickin' to our tail | E |
| Though they've 'ad us out by marches an' they've 'ad us back by rail | E |
| But it runs as fast as troop trains and we cannot get away | B |
| An' the sick list to the Colonel makes ten more to day | B |
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| There ain't no fun in women nor there ain't no bite to drink | F |
| It's much too wet for shootin' we can only march and think | F |
| An' at evenin' down the nullahs we can 'ear the jackals say | B |
| quot Get up you rotten beggars you've ten more to day quot | B |
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| 'Twould make a monkey cough to see our way o' doin' things | A |
| Lieutenants takin' companies an' captains takin' wings | A |
| An' Lances actin' Sergeants eight file to obey | B |
| For we've lots o' quick promotion on ten deaths a day | B |
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| Our Colonel's white an' twitterly 'e gets no sleep nor food | B |
| But mucks about in 'orspital where nothing does no good | B |
| 'E sends us 'eaps o' comforts all bought from 'is pay | B |
| But there aren't much comfort 'andy on ten deaths a day | B |
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| Our Chaplain's got a banjo an' a skinny mule 'e rides | A |
| An' the stuff 'e says an' sings us Lord it makes us split our sides | A |
| With 'is black coat tails a bobbin' to Ta ra ra Boom der ay | B |
| 'E's the proper kind o' padre for ten deaths a day | B |
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| An' Father Victor 'elps 'im with our Roman Catholicks | A |
| He knows an 'eap of Irish songs an' rummy conjurin' tricks | A |
| An' the two they works together when it comes to play or pray | B |
| So we keep the ball a rollin' on ten deaths a day | B |
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| We've got the cholerer in camp we've got it 'ot an' sweet | B |
| It ain't no Christmas dinner but it's 'elped an' we must eat | B |
| We've gone beyond the funkin' 'cause we've found it doesn't pay | B |
| An' we're rockin' round the Districk on ten deaths a day | B |
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| Then strike your camp an' go the Rains are fallin' | C |
| The Bugle's callin' | C |
| The dead are bushed an' stoned to keep 'em safe below | D |
| An' them that do not like it they can lump it | B |
| An' them that cannot stand it they can jump it | B |
| We've got to die somewhere some way some'ow | D |
| We might as well begin to do it now | C |
| Then Number One let down the tent pole slow | D |
| Knock out the pegs an' 'old the corners so | D |
| Fold in the flies furl up the ropes an' stow | D |
| Oh strike oh strike your camp an' go | D |
| Gawd 'elp us | A |
Rudyard Kipling
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