Parade-song Of The Camp-animals Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCAD E FFCGD H IIJK LLJK I MMNN KKNN I OPOOPKQRQKSST S JJKKDCSSKKUUJJKK| Elephants of the Gun Teams | A |
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| We lent to Alexander the strength of Hercules | B |
| The wisdom of our foreheads the cunning of our knees | B |
| We bowed our necks to service they ne'er were loosed again | C |
| Make way there way for the ten foot teams | A |
| Of the Forty Pounder train | D |
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| Gun Bullocks | E |
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| Those heroes in their harnesses avoid a cannon ball | F |
| And what they know of powder upsets them one and all | F |
| Then we come into action and tug the guns again | C |
| Make way there way for the twenty yoke | G |
| Of the Forty Pounder train | D |
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| Cavalry Horses | H |
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| By the brand on my withers the finest of tunes | I |
| Is played by the Lancers Hussars and Dragoons | I |
| And it's sweeter than quot Stables quot or quot Water quot to me | J |
| The Cavalry Canter of quot Bonnie Dundee quot | K |
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| Then feed us and break us and handle and groom | L |
| And give us good riders and plenty of room | L |
| And launch us in column of squadron and see | J |
| The Way of the War horse to quot Bonnie Dundee quot | K |
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| Screw Gun Mules | I |
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| As me and my companions were scrambling up a hill | M |
| The path was lost in rolling stones but we went forward still | M |
| For we can wriggle and climb my lads an turn up everywhere | N |
| And it's our delight on a mountain height with a leg or two to spare | N |
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| Good luck to every sergeant then that lets us pick our road | K |
| Bad luck to all the driver men that cannot pack a load | K |
| For we can wriggle and climb my lads and turn up everywhere | N |
| And it's our delight on a mountain height with a leg or two to spare | N |
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| Commissariat Camels | I |
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| We haven't a camelty tune of our own | O |
| To help us trollop along | P |
| But every neck is a hair trombone | O |
| Rtt ta ta ta is a hair trombone | O |
| And this is our marching song | P |
| Can't Don't Shan't Won't | K |
| Pass it along the line | Q |
| Somebody's pack has slid from his back | R |
| 'Wish it were only mine | Q |
| Somebody's load has tipped off in the road | K |
| Cheer for a halt and a row | S |
| Urrr Yarrh Grr Arrh | S |
| Somebody's catching it now | T |
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| All The Beasts Together | S |
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| Children of the Camp are we | J |
| Serving each in his degree | J |
| Children of the yoke and goad | K |
| Pack and harness pad and load | K |
| See our line across the plain | D |
| Like a heel rope bent again | C |
| Reaching writhing rolling far | S |
| Sweeping all away to war | S |
| While the men that walk beside | K |
| Dusty silent heavy eyed | K |
| Cannot tell why we or they | U |
| March and suffer day by day | U |
| Children of the Camp are we | J |
| Serving each in his degree | J |
| Children of the yoke and goad | K |
| Pack and harness pad and load | K |
Rudyard Kipling
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