Screw-guns Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCBDBDEBBB FFBGBB HHBBBB IJIBBBB IKKBBBBB AABLBBDBDEBBB| Smokin' my pipe on the mountings sniffin' the mornin' cool | A |
| I walks in my old brown gaiters along o' my old brown mule | A |
| With seventy gunners be'ind me an' never a beggar forgets | B |
| It's only the pick of the Army | C |
| that handles the dear little pets 'Tss 'Tss | B |
| For you all love the screw guns the screw guns they all love you | D |
| So when we call round with a few guns | B |
| o' course you will know what to do hoo hoo | D |
| Jest send in your Chief an' surrender | E |
| it's worse if you fights or you runs | B |
| You can go where you please you can skid up the trees | B |
| but you don't get away from the guns | B |
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| They sends us along where the roads are but mostly we goes where they ain't | F |
| We'd climb up the side of a sign board an' trust to the stick o' the paint | F |
| We've chivied the Naga an' Looshai we've give the Afreedeeman fits | B |
| For we fancies ourselves at two thousand | G |
| we guns that are built in two bits 'Tss 'Tss | B |
| For you all love the screw guns | B |
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| If a man doesn't work why we drills 'im an' teaches 'im 'ow to behave | H |
| If a beggar can't march why we kills 'im an' rattles 'im into 'is grave | H |
| You've got to stand up to our business an' spring without snatchin' or fuss | B |
| D'you say that you sweat with the field guns | B |
| By God you must lather with us 'Tss 'Tss | B |
| For you all love the screw guns | B |
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| The eagles is screamin' around us the river's a moanin' below | I |
| We're clear o' the pine an' the oak scrub | J |
| we're out on the rocks an' the snow | I |
| An' the wind is as thin as a whip lash what carries away to the plains | B |
| The rattle an' stamp o' the lead mules | B |
| the jinglety jink o' the chains 'Tss 'Tss | B |
| For you all love the screw guns | B |
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| There's a wheel on the Horns o' the Mornin' | I |
| an' a wheel on the edge o' the Pit | K |
| An' a drop into nothin' beneath you as straight as a beggar can spit | K |
| With the sweat runnin' out o' your shirt sleeves | B |
| an' the sun off the snow in your face | B |
| An' 'arf o' the men on the drag ropes | B |
| to hold the old gun in 'er place 'Tss 'Tss | B |
| For you all love the screw guns | B |
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| Smokin' my pipe on the mountings sniffin' the mornin' cool | A |
| I climbs in my old brown gaiters along o' my old brown mule | A |
| The monkey can say what our road was | B |
| the wild goat 'e knows where we passed | L |
| Stand easy you long eared old darlin's | B |
| Out drag ropes With shrapnel Hold fast 'Tss 'Tss | B |
| For you all love the screw guns the screw guns they all love you | D |
| So when we take tea with a few guns | B |
| o' course you will know what to do hoo hoo | D |
| Jest send in your Chief an' surrender | E |
| it's worse if you fights or you runs | B |
| You may hide in the caves they'll be only your graves | B |
| but you can't get away from the guns | B |
Rudyard Kipling
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