The Ballad Of The Cars Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A AABA CDCD EFEF AGAG HFHF IJKA ALAL MNMO P PP FQFQ RSRS QTQT UFVQ QDQD WXYX ZA2ZB2 QC2QC2 QZQZ D2QD2Q EFEF

Wardour Street Border BalladA
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quot Now this is the price of a stirrup cup quotA
The kneeling doctor saidA
And syne he bade them take him upB
For he saw that the man was deadA
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They took him up and they laid him downC
And oh he did not stirD
And they had him into the nearest townC
To wait the CoronerD
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They drew the dead cloth over the faceE
They closed the doors uponF
And the cars that were parked in the market placeE
Made talk of it anonF
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Then up and spake a Daimler wideA
That carries the slatted tankG
quot 'Tis we must purge the country sideA
And no man will us thankG
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quot For while they pray at Holy KirkH
The souls should turn from sinF
We cock our bonnets to the workH
And gather the drunken inF
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quot And if we spare them for the nonceI
Or their comrades jack them freeJ
They learn more under our dumb ironsK
Than they learned at time mother's knee quotA
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Then up and spake an Armstrong boldA
And Siddeley was his nameL
quot I saw a man lie stark and coldA
By Grantham as I cameL
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quot There was a blind turn by a brookM
A guard rail and a failN
But the drunken loon that overtookM
He got no hurt at allO
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quot I ha' trodden the wet road and the dryP
But and the shady lane '-
And why the guiltless soul should dieP
Good reason find I nane quotP
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Then up and spake the Babe AustinF
Had barely room for twoQ
quot 'Tis time and place that make the sinF
And not the deed they doQ
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quot For when a man drives with his dearR
I ha' seen it come to passS
That an arm too close or a lip too nearR
Has killed both lad and lassS
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quot There was a car at eventideQ
And a sidelings kiss to stealT
The God knows how the couple diedQ
But I mind the inquest weelT
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quot I have trodden the black tar and the heathU
But and the cobble stoneF
And why the young go to their deathV
Good reason find I none quotQ
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Then spake a Morris from OxenfordQ
'Was keen to a Cowley FriarD
quot How shall we judge the ways of the LordQ
That are but steel and fireD
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quot Between the oil pits under earthW
And the levin spark from the skiesX
We but adventure and go forthY
As our man shall deviseX
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quot And if he have drunken a hoop too deepZ
No kinship can us moveA2
To draw him home in his market sleepZ
Or spare his waiting loveB2
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quot There is never a lane in all EnglandQ
Where a mellow man can goC2
But he must look on either handQ
And back and front alsoC2
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quot But he must busk him every tideQ
At prick of horn to leapZ
Either to hide in ditch besideQ
Or in the bankes steepZ
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quot And whether he walk in drink or museD2
Or for his love be boundQ
We have no wit to mark and chuseD2
But needs must slay or wound quotQ
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They drew the dead cloth from its faceE
The Crowner looked thereonF
And the cars that were parked in the market placeE
Went all their ways anonF

Rudyard Kipling



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