Three Marching Songs Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFF GHHI BJKLMN GHHI OPQPQR GHHI A STGTUV PWXP XYXYZA2 PXXP B2XXXMS PXXP A PXC2 XX NMHH C2XD2 M NMMN C2E2F2E2XX NMMN| I | A |
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| Remember all those renowned generations | B |
| They left their bodies to fatten the wolves | C |
| They left their homesteads to fatten the foxes | D |
| Fled to far countries or sheltered themselves | E |
| In cavern crevice or hole | F |
| Defending Ireland's soul | F |
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| Be still be still what can be said | G |
| My father sang that song | H |
| But time amends old wrong | H |
| All that is finished let it fade | I |
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| Remember all those renowned generations | B |
| Remember all that have sunk in their blood | J |
| Remember all that have died on the scaffold | K |
| Remember all that have fled that have stood | L |
| Stood took death like a tune | M |
| On an old tambourine | N |
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| Be still be still what can be said | G |
| My father sang that song | H |
| But time amends old wrong | H |
| And all that's finished let it fade | I |
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| Fail and that history turns into rubbish | O |
| All that great past to a trouble of fools | P |
| Those that come after shall mock at O'Donnell | Q |
| Mock at the memory of both O'Neills | P |
| Mock Emmet mock Parnell | Q |
| All the renown that fell | R |
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| Be still be still what can be said | G |
| My father sang that song | H |
| but time amends old wrong | H |
| And all that's finished let it fade | I |
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| II | A |
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| The soldier takes pride in saluting his Captain | S |
| The devotee proffers a knee to his Lord | T |
| Some back a mare thrown from a thoroughbred | G |
| Troy backed its Helen Troy died and adored | T |
| Great nations blossom above | U |
| A slave bows down to a slave | V |
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| What marches through the mountain pass | P |
| No no my son not yet | W |
| That is an airy spot | X |
| And no man knows what treads the grass | P |
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| We know what rascal might has defiled | X |
| The lofty innocence that it has slain | Y |
| Were we not born in the peasant's cot | X |
| Where men forgive if the belly gain | Y |
| More dread the life that we live | Z |
| How can the mind forgive | A2 |
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| What marches down the mountain pass | P |
| No no my son not yet | X |
| That is an airy spot | X |
| And no man knows what treads the grass | P |
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| What if there's nothing up there at the top | B2 |
| Where are the captains that govern mankind | X |
| What tears down a tree that has nothing within it | X |
| A blast of the wind O a marching wind | X |
| March wind and any old tune | M |
| March march and how does it run | S |
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| What marches down the mountain pass | P |
| No no my son not yet | X |
| That is an airy spot | X |
| And no man knows what treads the grass | P |
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| III | A |
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| Grandfather sang it under the gallows | P |
| Hear gentlemen ladies and all mankind | X |
| Money is good and a girl might be better | C2 |
| But good strong blows are delights to the mind ' | - |
| There standing on the cart | X |
| He sang it from his heart | X |
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| Robbers had taken his old tambourine | N |
| But he took down the moon | M |
| And rattled out a tunc | H |
| Robbers had taken his old tambourinc | H |
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| A girl I had but she followed another | C2 |
| Money I had and it went in the night | X |
| Strong drink I had and it brought me to sorrow | D2 |
| But a good strong cause and blows are delight ' | - |
| All there caught up the tune | M |
| Oh on my darling man ' | - |
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| Robbers had taken his old tambourine | N |
| But he took down the moon | M |
| And rattled out a tune | M |
| Robbers had taken his old tambourine | N |
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| Money is good and a girl might be better | C2 |
| No matter what happens and who takes the fall | E2 |
| But a good strong cause' the rope gave a jerk there | F2 |
| No more sang he for his throat was too small | E2 |
| But he kicked before he died | X |
| He did it out of pride | X |
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| Robbers had taken his old tambourine | N |
| But he took down the moon | M |
| And rattled out a tune | M |
| Robbers had taken his old tambourine | N |
William Butler Yeats
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