Bill

Harry Graham (1874–1936) · 1905

iambic tetrameter · ABABCC · 48 lines · from Verse and Worse

At Modder, where I met 'im fust,I thought as 'ow ole Bill was dead;A splinter, from a shell wot bust,'Ad fetched 'im somewheres in the 'ead;But there! It takes a deal to killThem thick-thatched sort o' blokes like Bill.

In the field-'orspital, nex' day,The doctors was a-makin' outThe 'casualty returns,' an' theyComes up an' pulls ole Bill about;Ole Colonel Wilks, 'e turns to me,'Report this "dangerous,"' sez 'e.

But Bill, 'oo must 'ave 'eard it too,'E calls the doctor, quick as thought:'I'd take it kindly, sir, if you'Could keep me out o' the report.'For tho' I'm 'it, an' 'it severe,'I doesn't want my friends to 'ear.

'I've a ole mother, 'way in Kent,''Oo thinks the very world o' me;'I'd thank you if I wasn't sent'As "wounded dangerous,"' sez 'e;'For if she 'ears I'm badly hit,'I lay she won't get over it.

'At Landman's Drift she lost a lad'(With the 18th 'Ussars 'e fell),'Poor soul, she'd take it mighty bad'To think o' losin' me as well;'So please, sir, if it's hall the same,'I'd ask you not to send my name.'

The Colonel bloke 'e thinks a bit,'Oh, well,' sez 'e, 'per'aps you're right.'And, now I come to look at it,'I'll send you in as "scalp-wound, slight."'O' course it's wrong of me, but still--''Gawd bless you, sir, an' thanks!' sez Bill.

'E didn't die; 'e scrambled through.They hoperated on 'is 'ead,An' Gawd knows wot they didn't do,--'Tripoded' 'im, I think they said.I see'd 'im, Toosday, in Pall Mall,Nor never knowed 'im look so well.

Yes, Bill 'e's going strong just now,In London, an' employed again;Tho' it's a fact, 'e sez, as 'owThe doctors took out 'alf 'is brain!Ho well, 'e won't 'ave need o' this--'E's working at the War Office.

Words in this poem

fust v. i.
To become moldy; to smell ill.
thank n.
A expression of gratitude; an acknowledgment expressive of a sense of favor or kindness received; obligation, claim, or desert, or gratitude; -- now generally used in the plural. [AS. Þanc, Þonc, thanks, favor, thought; akin to OS. thank favor, pleasure, thanks, D. & G. dank thanks, Icel. Þ\'94kk, Dan. tak, Sw. tack, Goth. Þagks thanks; -]
mall n.
A large heavy wooden beetle; a mallet for driving anything with force; a maul. [OE. malle, F. mail, L. malleus. Cf. Malleus.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

Bill is in the public domain. This text is taken from Verse and Worse, Project Gutenberg ebook #36702; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

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Form and metre

Bill is 48 lines in 8 stanzas of 6 lines each. The rhyme scheme is ABABCC, complete in 6 of its 8 stanzas. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 83%).

See other poems in iambic tetrameter.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 ABABCC fustA · deadB · bustA · eadB · killC · billC
  2. 2 ABABCC dayA · outB · theyA · aboutB · meC · eC
  3. 3 A-A-BB tooA · thought · youA · report · severeB · earB
  4. 4 ABABCC kentA · meB · sentA · eB · hitC · itC
  5. 5 ABABCC ladA · fellB · badA · wellB · sameC · nameC
  6. 6 ABABCC bitA · rightB · itA · slightB · stillC · billC
  7. 7 ABAB-- throughA · eadB · doA · saidB · mall · well
  8. 8 ABABCC nowA · againB · owA · brainB · thisC · officeC
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic tetrameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
At Modder, where I met 'im fust,8········
I thought as 'ow ole Bill was dead;8········
A splinter, from a shell wot bust,8·/˘·····
'Ad fetched 'im somewheres in the 'ead;8···/····
But there! It takes a deal to kill8········
Them thick-thatched sort o' blokes like Bill.8········
In the field-'orspital, nex' day,8········
The doctors was a-makin' out8·/˘··/˘·
The 'casualty returns,' an' they8·/˘˘˘/··
Comes up an' pulls ole Bill about;8········
Ole Colonel Wilks, 'e turns to me,8·/˘·····
'Report this "dangerous,"' sez 'e.8˘/·/˘˘··
But Bill, 'oo must 'ave 'eard it too,9····/˘···
'E calls the doctor, quick as thought:8···/˘···
'I'd take it kindly, sir, if you8···/˘···
'Could keep me out o' the report.8······˘/
'For tho' I'm 'it, an' 'it severe,8······˘/
'I doesn't want my friends to 'ear.8·/˘·····
'I've a ole mother, 'way in Kent,8···/˘···
''Oo thinks the very world o' me;8···/˘···
'I'd thank you if I wasn't sent8·····/˘·
'As "wounded dangerous,"' sez 'e;8·/˘/˘˘··
'For if she 'ears I'm badly hit,8·····/˘·
'I lay she won't get over it.8········
'At Landman's Drift she lost a lad8·/˘·····
'(With the 18th 'Ussars 'e fell),8··//····
'Poor soul, she'd take it mighty bad8·····/˘·
'To think o' losin' me as well;8········
'So please, sir, if it's hall the same,8········
'I'd ask you not to send my name.'8········
The Colonel bloke 'e thinks a bit,8·/˘·····
'Oh, well,' sez 'e, 'per'aps you're right.8········
'And, now I come to look at it,8········
'I'll send you in as "scalp-wound, slight."8········
'O' course it's wrong of me, but still--'9·········
'Gawd bless you, sir, an' thanks!' sez Bill.8········
'E didn't die; 'e scrambled through.8·/˘··/˘·
They hoperated on 'is 'ead,8········
An' Gawd knows wot they didn't do,--8·····/˘·
'Tripoded' 'im, I think they said.8········
I see'd 'im, Toosday, in Pall Mall,8········
Nor never knowed 'im look so well.8·/˘·····
Yes, Bill 'e's going strong just now,8···/˘···
In London, an' employed again;8·/˘·˘/˘/
Tho' it's a fact, 'e sez, as 'ow8········
The doctors took out 'alf 'is brain!8·/˘·····
Ho well, 'e won't 'ave need o' this--9····/˘···
'E's working at the War Office.8·/˘···/˘

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