Poems From "a Shropshire Lad" - Lxii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGG HHIIJJKKLLMMNNOOBBGG PQRRSSTT UUVVWWXXYYZZDDA2A2 B2B2LLC2C2D2D2E2E2F2 F2G2G2H2H2I2I2| Terence this is stupid stuff | A |
| You eat your victuals fast enough | A |
| There can't be much amiss 'tis clear | B |
| To see the rate you drink your beer | B |
| But oh good Lord the verse you make | C |
| It gives a chap the belly ache | C |
| The cow the old cow she is dead | D |
| It sleeps well the horned head | D |
| We poor lads 'tis our turn now | E |
| To hear such tunes as killed the cow | E |
| Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme | F |
| Your friends to death before their time | F |
| Moping melancholy mad | G |
| Come pipe a tune to dance to lad | G |
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| Why if 'tis dancing you would be | H |
| There's brisker pipes than poetry | H |
| Say for what were hop yards meant | I |
| Or why was Burton built on Trent | I |
| Oh many a peer of England brews | J |
| Livelier liquor than the Muse | J |
| And malt does more than Milton can | K |
| To justify God's ways to man | K |
| Ale man ale's the stuff to drink | L |
| For fellows whom it hurts to think | L |
| Look into the pewter pot | M |
| To see the world as the world's not | M |
| And faith 'tis pleasant till 'tis past | N |
| The mischief is that 'twill not last | N |
| Oh I have been to Ludlow fair | O |
| And left my necktie God knows where | O |
| And carried half way home or near | B |
| Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer | B |
| Then the world seemed none so bad | G |
| And I myself a sterling lad | G |
| And down in lovely muck I've lain | P |
| Happy till I woke again | Q |
| Then I saw the morning sky | R |
| Heigho the tale was all a lie | R |
| The world it was the old world yet | S |
| I was I my things were wet | S |
| And nothing now remained to do | T |
| But begin the game anew | T |
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| Therefore since the world has still | U |
| Much good but much less good than ill | U |
| And while the sun and moon endure | V |
| Luck's a chance but trouble's sure | V |
| I'd face it as a wise man would | W |
| And train for ill and not for good | W |
| 'Tis true the stuff I bring for sale | X |
| Is not so brisk a brew as ale | X |
| Out of a stem that scored the hand | Y |
| I wrung it in a weary land | Y |
| But take it if the smack is sour | Z |
| The better for the embittered hour | Z |
| It should do good to heart and head | D |
| When your soul is in my soul's stead | D |
| And I will friend you if I may | A2 |
| In the dark and cloudy day | A2 |
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| There was a king reigned in the East | B2 |
| There when kings will sit to feast | B2 |
| They get their fill before they think | L |
| With poisoned meat and poisoned drink | L |
| He gathered all that springs to birth | C2 |
| From the many venomed earth | C2 |
| First a little thence to more | D2 |
| He sampled all her killing store | D2 |
| And easy smiling seasoned sound | E2 |
| Sate the king when healths went round | E2 |
| They put arsenic in his meat | F2 |
| And stared aghast to watch him eat | F2 |
| They poured strychnine in his cup | G2 |
| And shook to see him drink it up | G2 |
| They shook they stared as white's their shirt | H2 |
| Them it was their poison hurt | H2 |
| I tell the tale that I heard told | I2 |
| Mithridates he died old | I2 |
Alfred Edward Housman
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