Route Marchin' Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDDEDD F GGDDD HHIID JJDDD DFK LLMMD NNOOD DDDDDDDEDD| We're marchin' on relief over Injia's sunny plains | A |
| A little front o' Christmas time an' just be'ind the Rains | A |
| Ho get away you bullock man you've 'eard the bugle blowed | B |
| There's a regiment a comin' down the Grand Trunk Road | B |
| With its best foot first | C |
| And the road a sliding past | D |
| An' every bloomin' campin' ground exactly like the last | D |
| While the Big Drum says | E |
| With 'is quot rowdy dowdy dow quot | D |
| quot Kiko kissywarsti don't you hamsher argy jow quot | D |
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| Why don't you get on | F |
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| Oh there's them Injian temples to admire when you see | G |
| There's the peacock round the corner an' the monkey up the tree | G |
| An' there's that rummy silver grass a wavin' in the wind | D |
| An' the old Grand Trunk a trailin' like a rifle sling be'ind | D |
| While it's best foot first | D |
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| At half past five's Revelly an' our tents they down must come | H |
| Like a lot of button mushrooms when you pick 'em up at 'ome | H |
| But it's over in a minute an' at six the column starts | I |
| While the women and the kiddies sit an' shiver in the carts | I |
| An' it's best foot first | D |
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| Oh then it's open order an' we lights our pipes an' sings | J |
| An' we talks about our rations an' a lot of other things | J |
| An' we thinks o' friends in England an' we wonders what they're at | D |
| An' 'ow they would admire for to hear us sling the bat | D |
| An' it's best foot first | D |
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| Language Thomas's first and firmest conviction is that | D |
| he is a profound Orientalist and a fluent speaker of Hindustani | F |
| As a matter of fact he depends largely on the sign language | K |
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| It's none so bad o' Sunday when you're lyin' at your ease | L |
| To watch the kites a wheelin' round them feather 'eaded trees | L |
| For although there ain't no women yet there ain't no barrick yards | M |
| So the orficers goes shootin' an' the men they plays at cards | M |
| Till it's best foot first | D |
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| So 'ark an' 'eed you rookies which is always grumblin' sore | N |
| There's worser things than marchin' from Umballa to Cawnpore | N |
| An' if your 'eels are blistered an' they feels to 'urt like 'ell | O |
| You drop some tallow in your socks an' that will make 'em well | O |
| For it's best foot first | D |
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| We're marchin' on relief over Injia's coral strand | D |
| Eight 'undred fightin' Englishmen the Colonel and the Band | D |
| Ho get away you bullock man you've 'eard the bugle blowed | D |
| There's a regiment a comin' down the Grand Trunk Road | D |
| With its best foot first | D |
| And the road a sliding past | D |
| An' every bloomin' campin' ground exactly like the last | D |
| While the Big Drum says | E |
| With 'is quot rowdy dowdy dow quot | D |
| quot Kiko kissywarsti don't you hamsher argy jow quot | D |
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