The Song Of The Banjo Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEDFGGHG GIGIGJGKGGLG GMGMNONOGJPK QRQRSTSTSUKS VWVWXYXYSSZS MA2MA2B2ZB2ZSSC2S D2E2D2E2F2G2F2G2SSYS H2WH2WI2J2I2J2SK2ZK2You couldn't pack a Broadwood half a mile | A |
You mustn't leave a fiddle in the damp | B |
You couldn't raft an organ up the Nile | A |
And play it in an Equatorial swamp | C |
I travel with the cooking pots and pails | D |
I'm sandwiched 'tween the coffee and the pork | E |
And when the dusty column checks and tails | D |
You should hear me spur the rear guard to a walk | F |
With my quot Pilly willy winky winky popp quot | G |
Oh it's any tune that comes into my head | G |
So I keep 'em moving forward till they drop | H |
So I play 'em up to water and to bed | G |
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In the silence of the camp before the fight | G |
When it's good to make your will and say your prayer | I |
You can hear my strumpty tumpty overnight | G |
Explaining ten to one was always fair | I |
I'm the Prophet of the Utterly Absurd | G |
Of the Patently Impossible and Vain | J |
And when the Thing that Couldn't has occurred | G |
Give me time to change my leg and go again | K |
With my quot Tumpa tumpa tumpa tum pa tump quot | G |
In the desert where the dung fed camp smoke curled | G |
There was never voice before us till I led our lonely chorus | L |
I the war drum of the White Man round the world | G |
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By the bitter road the Younger Son must tread | G |
Ere he win to hearth and saddle of his own | M |
'Mid the riot of the shearers at the shed | G |
In the silence of the herder's hut alone | M |
In the twilight on a bucket upside down | N |
Hear me babble what the weakest won't confess | O |
I am Memory and Torment I am Town | N |
I am all that ever went with evening dress | O |
With my quot Tunk a tunka tunka tunka tunk quot | G |
So the lights the London Lights grow near and plain | J |
So I rowel 'em afresh towards the Devil and the Flesh | P |
Till I bring my broken rankers home again | K |
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In desire of many marvels over sea | Q |
Where the new raised tropic city sweats and roars | R |
I have sailed with Young Ulysses from the quay | Q |
Till the anchor rumbled down on stranger shores | R |
He is blooded to the open and the sky | S |
He is taken in a snare that shall not fail | T |
He shall hear me singing strongly till he die | S |
Like the shouting of a backstay in a gale | T |
With my quot Hya Heeya Heeya Hullah Haul quot | S |
O the green that thunders aft along the deck | U |
Are you sick o' towns and men You must sign and sail again | K |
For it's quot Johnny Bowlegs pack your kit and trek quot | S |
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Through the gorge that gives the stars at noon day clear | V |
Up the pass that packs the scud beneath our wheel | W |
Round the bluff that sinks her thousand fathom sheer | V |
Down the valley with our guttering brakes asqueal | W |
Where the trestle groans and quivers in the snow | X |
Where the many shedded levels loop and twine | Y |
So I lead my reckless children from below | X |
Till we sing the Song of Roland to the pine | Y |
With my quot Tinka tinka tinka tinka tink quot | S |
And the axe has cleared the mountain croup and crest | S |
So we ride the iron stallions down to drink | Z |
Through the ca nons to the waters of the West | S |
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And the tunes that mean so much to you alone | M |
Common tunes that make you choke and blow your nose | A2 |
Vulgar tunes that bring the laugh that brings the groan | M |
I can rip your very heartstrings out with those | A2 |
With the feasting and the folly and the fun | B2 |
And the lying and the lusting and the drink | Z |
And the merry play that drops you when you're done | B2 |
To the thoughts that burn like irons if you think | Z |
With my quot Plunka lunka lunka lunka lunk quot | S |
Here's a trifle on account of pleasure past | S |
Ere the wit that made you win gives you eyes to see your sin | C2 |
And the heavier repentance at the last | S |
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Let the organ moan her sorrow to the roof | D2 |
I have told the naked stars the Grief of Man | E2 |
Let the trumpets snare the foeman to the proof | D2 |
I have known Defeat and mocked it as we ran | E2 |
My bray ye may not alter nor mistake | F2 |
When I stand to jeer the fatted Soul of Things | G2 |
But the Song of Lost Endeavour that I make | F2 |
Is it hidden in the twanging of the strings | G2 |
With my quot Ta ra rara rara ra ra rrrp quot | S |
Is it naught to you that hear and pass me by | S |
But the word the word is mine when the order moves the line | Y |
And the lean locked ranks go roaring down to die | S |
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Of the driven dust of speech I make a flame | H2 |
And a scourge of broken withes that men let fall | W |
For the words that had no honour till I came | H2 |
Lo I raise them into honour over all | W |
By the wisdom of the centuries I speak | I2 |
To the tune of yestermorn I set the truth | J2 |
I the joy of life unquestioned I the Greek | I2 |
I the everlasting Wonder Song of Youth | J2 |
With my quot Tinka tinka tinka tinka tink quot | S |
What d'ye lack my noble masters What d'ye lack | K2 |
So I draw the world together link by link | Z |
Yea from Delos up to Limerick and back | K2 |
Rudyard Kipling
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