Two Folk Songs Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CBCBB DEDE FGFG HBIB DJDJ K DKD DB D B CBCBB B B DLDLMM NLNLOOL OLOLPPL NLNL BBL OLOL QRL NLNL DDL BLBLSS TLTLUULI THE SOLDIER | A |
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Roumanian | B |
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When winter trees bestrew the path | C |
Still to the twig a leaf or twain | B |
Will cling and weep not Winter's wrath | C |
But that foreknown forlorner pain | B |
To fall when green leaves come again | B |
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I watch'd him sleep by the furrow | D |
The first that fell in the fight | E |
His grave they would dig to morrow | D |
The battle called them to night | E |
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They bore him aside to the trees there | F |
By his undigg'd grave content | G |
To lie on his back at ease there | F |
And hark how the battle went | G |
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The battle went by the village | H |
And back through the night were borne | B |
Far cries of murder and pillage | I |
With smoke from the standing corn | B |
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But when they came on the morrow | D |
They talk'd not over their task | J |
As he listen'd there by the furrow | D |
For the dead mouth could not ask | J |
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How went the battle my brothers | K |
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But that he will never know | D |
For his mouth the red earth smothers | K |
As they shoulder their spades and go | D |
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Yet he cannot sleep thereunder | D |
But ever must toss and turn | B |
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How went the battle I wonder | D |
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And that he will never learn | B |
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When winter trees bestrew the path | C |
Still to the twig a leaf or twain | B |
Will cling and weep not Winter's wrath | C |
But that foreknown forlorner pain | B |
To fall when green leaves come again | B |
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II THE MARINE | B |
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Poitevin | B |
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The bold Marine comes back from war | D |
So kind | L |
The bold Marine comes back from war | D |
So kind | L |
With a raggety coat and a worn out shoe | M |
'Now poor Marine say whence come you | M |
All so kind ' | - |
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I travel back from the war madame | N |
So kind | L |
I travel back from the war madame | N |
So kind | L |
For a glass of wine and a bowl of whey | O |
'Tis I will sing you a ballad gay | O |
All so kind | L |
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The bold Marine he sips his whey | O |
So kind | L |
He sips and he sings his ballad gay | O |
So kind | L |
But the dame she turns toward the wall | P |
To wipe her tears that fall and fall | P |
All so kind | L |
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What aileth you at my song madame | N |
So kind | L |
I hope that I sing no wrong madame | N |
So kind | L |
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Or grieves it you a beggar should dine | B |
On a bowl of whey and the good white wine | B |
All so kind | L |
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It ails me not at your ballad gay | O |
So kind | L |
It ails me not for the wine and whey | O |
So kind | L |
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But it ails me sore for the voice and eyes | Q |
Of a good man long in Paradise | R |
Ah so kind | L |
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You have fair children five madame | N |
So kind | L |
You have fair children five madame | N |
So kind | L |
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Your good man left you children three | D |
Whence came these twain for company | D |
All so kind | L |
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'A letter came from the war Marine | B |
So kind | L |
A letter came from the war Marine | B |
So kind | L |
A while I wept for the good man dead | S |
But another good man in a while I wed | S |
All so kind ' | - |
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The bold Marine he drained his glass | T |
So kind | L |
The bold Marine he drained his glass | T |
So kind | L |
He said not a word though the tears they flowed | U |
But back to his regiment took the road | U |
All so kind | L |
Sir Arthur Quiller-couch
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