Bayonet Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBACDCDBCEFE GHGGIHIHHG GGJJJKKJLLFFMNONMPGG QPQFRGGGGGGDB STUU GGVVBWWWW WBXUXAYZ A2JA2A2CYBB GGBGB2GGGHGGIHIHHG C2DD2D2ECDCE2CD2GGGD 2F2F2G2D2C2CH2H2CD2D| Fire away fire away boys must have their play | A |
| There'll be hard work yet | B |
| Before sunset | B |
| But what of the day when the boys have had their play | A |
| When the boys have played why then | C |
| Aha | D |
| 'Twill be time for the men | C |
| Hurrah | D |
| And the bayonet | B |
| But men as we've nothing to do till then | C |
| And the match is on out there | E |
| I think you and I may as well stand by | F |
| And see that the game goes fair | E |
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| No drummer no tambourettes | G |
| The earth is our drum wherever we come | H |
| Bayonets bayonets bayonets bayonets | G |
| Bayonets bayonets bayonets bayonets | G |
| Where's the drumstick that ever could beat | I |
| Where's the drumhead that ever could drum | H |
| Like the mighty foot of our thousand feet | I |
| And the earth that is dumb till we come and come | H |
| Come and come and come and come | H |
| Bayonets bayonets bayonets bayonets | G |
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| 'Love your enemy' yes 'tis the Briton's grace | G |
| I love him so well that I'd see his face | G |
| Yon little ninepins all in a row | J |
| How can I tell if I love 'em or no | J |
| So hurrah lads up we go | J |
| Here's to our nearer meeting | K |
| And if when we come within greeting | K |
| I see my own special foe | J |
| I'll leave him to Tom or John | L |
| And find my work further on | L |
| And perhaps he and I will shake hands by and bye | F |
| Side by side as we lie | F |
| To night on the gory slope of the hill | M |
| As the dew tears drop from the sky above | N |
| At the silent thought | O |
| Of the friends whom we love | N |
| Better still | M |
| And wait for the surgeon's cart | P |
| That's always coming and never comes | G |
| And when a couple of bearers pass | G |
| I'll give him my turn | Q |
| Tho' the flesh wounds smart | P |
| And the bone wounds burn | Q |
| And the life tide's running dry | F |
| Because he's my enemy | R |
| But that's when I've spiked up John's and Tom's | G |
| And Rosie's and Poll's and Marjorie's | G |
| And little Jack's and todlin May's | G |
| And the victory's won and the bloody day's | G |
| Done and of flesh that is grass | G |
| Along the braes the bloody hay's | G |
| Made that is made hurrah | D |
| With the bayonet | B |
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| For till you show me the Sacred Word | S |
| I'm for Peter and his good sword | T |
| Only I hope if we'd drilled him here | U |
| He'd not have missed the head for the ear | U |
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| Gods I'd give a Life's delights | G |
| To have been there that night of nights | G |
| With ten such men as I see here now | V |
| When they spat their sin on the Sinless Brow | V |
| And struck Him without let | B |
| And have heard the ten steels clash at my call | W |
| And seen the ten steels flash in the hall | W |
| As we did them all up to the wall | W |
| High Priest low Priest Romans and all | W |
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| Great and small up to the wall | W |
| Up to the wall with the bayonet | B |
| I would keep or lose my right hand | X |
| By the love of every man here | U |
| For the dear native land | X |
| There is not a man here this day | A |
| Of whom come what come can | Y |
| I could speak with an accent of scorn | Z |
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| Who feels his courage grow colder | A2 |
| At sight of the foe | J |
| Whose conscience is bolder | A2 |
| Because we are shoulder to shoulder | A2 |
| Who goes up the hill because we are men | C |
| And not because he is man | Y |
| He shall serve his country yet | B |
| But not with the bayonet | B |
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| Well done I like your eyes | G |
| Neither sunrise | G |
| Nor sunset | B |
| Well done I know the grips | G |
| That will tell to barrel and stock | B2 |
| What the beard hides on the lips | G |
| No strain on the rein no tug on the slips | G |
| No drummer no tambourettes | G |
| The earth is our drum wherever we come | H |
| Bayonets bayonets bayonets bayonets | G |
| Bayonets bayonets bayonets bayonets | G |
| Where's the drumstick that ever could beat | I |
| Where's the drumhead that ever could drum | H |
| Like the mighty foot of our thousand feet | I |
| And the earth that is dumb till we come and come | H |
| Till we come and come and come and come | H |
| Bayonets bayonets bayonets bayonets | G |
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| You are not dogs but Lions and who | C2 |
| Holds Lions in leash Hurrah | D |
| My Lions with just such a pack | D2 |
| I'd hunt down the gods of Olympus Alack | D2 |
| This mount is all an Olympus Up there | E |
| You see the bird popping goddikins ten | C |
| To one I'll warrant you bah | D |
| What then | C |
| Who cares while theirs is the ten to the one | E2 |
| And ours is the one to the ten | C |
| Were't one to twenty which of us would shirk | D2 |
| The odds or the glory You see | G |
| How the land lies | G |
| This fox cover up the long rise | G |
| Then fifty paces of open and then the breast work | D2 |
| Scatter the pack in cover make them cast wide | F2 |
| From wood side to wood side | F2 |
| Go in like hounds and come out | G2 |
| At the top like men and lions full swing | D2 |
| Up the wood but when it's grey blue | C2 |
| Overhead come together like men | C |
| A halt for breath | H2 |
| Slow time and still as death | H2 |
| To the covert edge and then | C |
| The rush and the roar and the spring | D2 |
| Hunt's up my Lions hie in hurrah | D |
Sydney Thompson Dobell
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