Playing At Soldiers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDDE FFBGGB HHAHHA IIJKKJ LLMNNM OOPQQP RRHSSH KKFKKF HHKTTK DDPKKP UUHHHH HHVWWV XXTKKT YYRFFR HHKHHK ZZA2HHA2Who'll serve the King | A |
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What little urchin is there never | B |
Hath had that early scarlet fever | B |
Of martial trappings caught | C |
Trappings well call'd because they trap | D |
And catch full many a country chap | D |
To go where fields are fought | E |
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What little urchin with a rag | F |
Hath never made a little flag | F |
Our plate will show the manner | B |
And wooed each tiny neighbor still | G |
Tommy or Harry Dick or Will | G |
To come beneath the banner | B |
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Just like that ancient shape of mist | H |
In Hamlet crying 'List oh 'list | H |
Come who will serve the king | A |
And strike frog eating Frenchmen dead | H |
And cut off Bonyparty's head | H |
And all that sort of thing | A |
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So used I when I was a boy | I |
To march with military toy | I |
And ape the soldier's life | J |
And with a whistle or a hum | K |
I thought myself a Duke of Drum | K |
At least or Earl of Fife | J |
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With gun of tin and sword of lath | L |
Lord how I walk'd in glory's path | L |
With regimental mates | M |
By sound of trump and rub a dubs | N |
To 'siege the washhouse charge the tubs | N |
Or storm the garden gates | M |
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Ah me my retrospective soul | O |
As over memory's muster roll | O |
I cast my eyes anew | P |
My former comrades all the while | Q |
Rise up before me rank and file | Q |
And form in dim review | P |
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Ay there they stand and dress in line | R |
Lubbock and Fenn and David Vine | R |
And dark Jamaeky Forde | H |
And limping Wood and Cockey Hawes | S |
Our captain always made because | S |
He had a real sword | H |
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Long Lawrence Natty Smart and Soame | K |
Who said he had a gun at home | K |
But that was all a brag | F |
Ned Ryder too that used to sham | K |
A prancing horse and big Sam Lamb | K |
That would hold up the flag | F |
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Tom Anderson and Dunny White | H |
Who never right abouted right | H |
For he was deaf and dumb | K |
Jack Pike Jem Crack and Sandy Gray | T |
And Dickey Bird that wouldn't play | T |
Unless he had the drum | K |
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And Peter Holt and Charley Jepp | D |
A chap that never kept the step | D |
No more did Surly Hugh | P |
Bob Harrington and Fighting Jim | K |
We often had to halt for him | K |
To let him tie his shoe | P |
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Quarrelsome Scott and Martin Dick | U |
That kill'd the bantam cock to stick | U |
The plumes within his hat | H |
Bill Hook and little Tommy Grout | H |
That got so thump'd for calling out | H |
Eyes right to Squinting Matt | H |
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Dan Simpson that with Peter Dodd | H |
Was always in the awkward squad | H |
And those two greedy Blakes | V |
That took our money to the fair | W |
To buy the corps a trumpet there | W |
And laid it out in cakes | V |
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Where are they now an open war | X |
With open mouth declaring for | X |
Or fall'n in bloody fray | T |
Compell'd to tell the truth I am | K |
Their fights all ended with the sham | K |
Their soldiership in play | T |
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Brave Soame sends cheeses out in trucks | Y |
And Martin sells the cock he plucks | Y |
And Jepp now deals in wine | R |
Harrington bears a lawyer's bag | F |
And warlike Lamb retains his flag | F |
But on a tavern sign | R |
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They tell me Cockey Hawes's sword | H |
Is seen upon a broker's board | H |
And as for Fighting Jim | K |
In Bishopsgate last Whitsuntide | H |
His unresisting cheek I spied | H |
Beneath a Quaker brim | K |
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Quarrelsome Scott is in the church | Z |
For Ryder now your eye must search | Z |
The marts of silk and lace | A2 |
Bird's drums are filled with figs and mute | H |
And I I've got a substitute | H |
To Soldier in my place | A2 |
Thomas Hood
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