The Battle Eve Of The Brigade Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDD DDEEDD FFGGDD H IIJJDD| Air Contented I am | A |
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| The mess tent is full and the glasses are set | B |
| And the gallant Count Thomond is president yet | B |
| The veteran stands like an uplifted lance | C |
| Crying Comrades a health to the monarch of France | C |
| With bumpers and cheers they have done as he bade | D |
| For King Louis is loved by the Irish Brigade | D |
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| A health to King James and they bent as they quaffed | D |
| Here's to George the Elector and fiercely they laughed | D |
| Good luck to the girls we wooed long ago | E |
| Where Shannon and Barrow and Blackwater flow | E |
| God prosper Old Ireland you'd think them afraid | D |
| So pale grew the chiefs of the Irish Brigade | D |
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| But surely that light cannot come from our lamp | F |
| And that noise are they all getting drunk in the camp | F |
| Hurrah boys the morning of battle is come | G |
| And the g n rale's beating on many a drum | G |
| So they rush from the revel to join the parade | D |
| For the van is the right of the Irish Brigade | D |
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| IV | H |
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| They fought as they revelled fast fiery and true | I |
| And though victors they left on the field not a few | I |
| And they who survived fought and drank as of yore | J |
| But the land of their heart's hope they never saw more | J |
| For in far foreign fields from Dunkirk to Belgrade | D |
| Lie the soldiers and chiefs of the Irish Brigade | D |
Thomas Osborne Davis
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