A Song For The Irish Militia Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEE A FGHHBBEE A IIJJKLEE M NNGGOOEE E PPHHQQEE M BBCCDDEE| I | A |
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| The tribune's tongue and poet's pen | B |
| May sow the seed in prostrate men | B |
| But 'tis the soldier's sword alone | C |
| Can reap the crop so bravely sown | C |
| No more I'll sing nor idly pine | D |
| But train my soul to lead a line | D |
| A soldier's life's the life for me | E |
| A soldier's death so Ireland's free | E |
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| II | A |
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| No foe would fear your thunder words | F |
| If 'twere not for your lightning swords | G |
| If tyrants yield when millions pray | H |
| 'Tis less they link in war array | H |
| Nor peace itself is safe but when | B |
| The sword is sheathed by fighting men | B |
| A soldier's life's the life for me | E |
| A soldier's death so Ireland's free | E |
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| III | A |
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| The rifle brown and sabre bright | I |
| Can freely speak and nobly write | I |
| What prophets preached the truth so well | J |
| As HOFER BRIAN BRUCE and TELL | J |
| God guard the creed these heroes taught | K |
| That blood bought Freedom's cheaply bought | L |
| A soldier's life's the life for me | E |
| A soldier's death so Ireland's free | E |
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| IV | M |
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| Then welcome be the bivouac | N |
| The hardy stand and fierce attack | N |
| Where pikes will tame their carbineers | G |
| And rifles thin their bay'neteers | G |
| And every field the island through | O |
| Will show what Irishmen can do | O |
| A soldier's life's the life for me | E |
| A soldier's death so Ireland's free | E |
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| V | E |
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| Yet 'tis not strength and 'tis not steel | P |
| Alone can make the English reel | P |
| But wisdom working day by day | H |
| Till comes the time for passion's sway | H |
| The patient dint and powder shock | Q |
| Can blast an empire like a rock | Q |
| A soldier's life's the life for me | E |
| A soldier's death so Ireland's free | E |
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| VI | M |
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| The tribune's tongue and poet's pen | B |
| May sow the seed in slavish men | B |
| But 'tis the soldier's sword alone | C |
| Can reap the harvest when 'tis grown | C |
| No more I'll sing no more I'll pine | D |
| But train my soul to lead a line | D |
| A soldier's life's the life for me | E |
| A soldier's death so Ireland's free | E |
Thomas Osborne Davis
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