Tomorrow Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDDEE AFFGGGG HC D GGIIJJ AKKGGCC LFFMMGGMMDD DNNCCOO LMMLL LMMGGMMLL LGG MG CCPP MMMQR MMMLL MM MM MLLG OO LMM LMMGGMMCC LGG| I | A |
| HER that yer Honour was spakin' to Whin yer Honour last year | B |
| Standin' here be the bridge when last yer Honour was here | C |
| An' yer Honour ye gev her the top of the mornin' 'Tomorra' says she | D |
| What did they call her yer Honour They call'd her Molly Magee | D |
| An' yer Honour's the thrue ould blood that always manes to be kind | E |
| But there's rason in all things yer Honour for Molly was out of her mind | E |
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| II | A |
| Shure an' meself remimbers wan night comin' down be the sthrame | F |
| An' it seems to me now like a bit of yisther day in a dhrame | F |
| Here where yer Honour seen her there was but a slip of a moon | G |
| But I hard thim Molly Magee wid her batchelor Danny O'Roon | G |
| 'You've been takin' a dhrop o' the crathur' an' Danny says 'Troth an' I been | G |
| Dhrinkin' yer health wid Shamus O'Shea at Katty's shebeen | G |
| But I must be lavin' ye soon ' 'Ochone are ye goin' away ' | - |
| 'Goin' to cut the Sassenach whate' he says 'over the say' | H |
| 'An' whin will ye meet me agin ' an' I hard him 'Molly asthore | C |
| I'll meet you agin tomorra ' says he 'be the chapel door ' | - |
| 'An' whin arc ye goin' to lave me ' 'O' Monday mornin'' says he | D |
| 'An' shore thin ye'll meet me tomorra ' 'Tomorra tomorra Machree ' | - |
| Thin Molly's ould mother yer Honour that had no likin' for Dan | G |
| Call'd from her cabin an' tould her to come away from the man | G |
| An' Molly Magee kern flyin' acrass me as light as a lark | I |
| Au' Dan stood there for a minute an' thin wint into the dark | I |
| But wirrah the storm that night the tundher an' rain that fell | J |
| An' the sthrames runnin' down at the back o' the glin 'ud 'a dhrownded Hell | J |
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| III | A |
| But airth was at pace nixt mornin' an' Hiven in its glory smiled | K |
| As the Holy Mother o' Glory that smiles at her sleepin' child | K |
| Ethen she stept an the chapel green an' she turn'd herself roun' | G |
| Wid a diamond dhrop in her eye for Danny was not to be foun' | G |
| An' many's the time that I watch'd her at mass lettin' down the tear | C |
| For the Divil a Danny was there yet Honour for forty year | C |
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| IV | L |
| Och Molly Magee wid the red o' the rose an' the white o' the May | F |
| An' yer hair as black as the night an' yer eyes as bright as the day | F |
| Achora yer laste little whishper was sweet as the lilt of a bird | M |
| Acushla ye set me heart batin' to music wid ivery word | M |
| An' sorra the Queen wid her sceptre in sich an illigant han' | G |
| An' the fall of yer foot in the dance was as light as snow an the lan' | G |
| An' the sun kem out of a cloud whiniver ye walkt in the shtreet | M |
| An' Shamus O'Shea was yer shadda an' laid himself undher yer feet | M |
| An' I loved ye meself wid a heart and a half me darlin' and he | D |
| 'Ud 'a shot his own sowl dead for a kiss of ye Molly Magee | D |
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| V | D |
| But shure we wor betther frinds whin I crack'd his skull for her sake | N |
| An' he ped me back wid the best he could give at ould Donovan's wake | N |
| For the boys wor about her agin whin Dan didn't come to the fore | C |
| An' Shamus along wid the rest but she put thim all to the door | C |
| An' afther I thried her meself av the bird 'ud come to me call | O |
| But Molly begorrah 'ud listhen to naither at all at all | O |
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| VI | L |
| An' her nabours an frinds 'ud consowl an' condowl wid her airly and late | M |
| 'Your Danny ' they says 'niver crasst over say to the Sassenach whate | M |
| He's gone to the States aroon an' he's married another wife | L |
| An' ye'll niver set eyes an the face of the thraithur agin in life | L |
| An' to dhrame of a married man death alive is a mortial sin ' | - |
| But Molly says 'I'd his hand promise an' shure he'll meet me agin ' | - |
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| VII | L |
| An' afther her pa rints had inter'd glory an' both in wan day | M |
| She began to spake to herself the crathur an' whishper an' say | M |
| 'Tomorra Tomorra ' an' Father Molowny he tuk her in han' | G |
| 'Molly you're manin' ' he says 'me dear av I undherstan' | G |
| That ye'll meet your pa rints agin an' yer Danny O'Roon afore God | M |
| Wid his blessed Marthyrs an' Saints ' an' she gev him a frindly nod | M |
| 'Tomorra Tomorra ' she says an' she didn't intind to desave | L |
| But her wits wor dead an' her hair was as white as the snow an a grave | L |
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| VIII | L |
| Arrah now here last month they wor diggin' the bog an' they foun' | G |
| Dhrownded in black bog wather a corp lyin' undher groun' | G |
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| IX | M |
| Yer Honour's own agint he says to me wanst at Katty's shebeen | G |
| 'The Divil take all the black lan' for a blessin' 'ud come wid the green ' | - |
| An' where 'ud the poor man thin cut his bit o' turf for the fire | C |
| But och bad scran to the bogs whin they swallies the man intire | C |
| An' sorra the bog that's in Hiven wid all the light an' the glow | P |
| An' there's hate enough shure widout thim in the Divil's kitchen below | P |
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| X | M |
| Thim ould blind nagers in Agypt I hard his Riverence say | M |
| Could keep their haithen kings in the flesh for the Jidgemint day | M |
| An' faix be the piper o' Moses they kep the cat an' the dog | Q |
| But it 'ud 'a been aisier work av they lived be an Irish bog | R |
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| XI | M |
| How an iver they laid this body they foun' an the grass | M |
| Be the chapel door an' the people 'ud see it that wint in to mass | M |
| But a frish gineration had riz an' most of the ould was few | L |
| An' I didn't know him meself an' none of the parish knew | L |
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| XII | M |
| But Molly kem limpin' up wid her stick she was lamed iv a knee | M |
| Thin a slip of a gossoon call'd 'Div ye know him Molly Magee ' | - |
| An' she stood up strait as the Queen of the world she lifted her head | M |
| 'He said he would meet me tomorra ' an' dhropt down dead an the dead | M |
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| XIII | M |
| Och Molly we thought machree ye would start back agin into life | L |
| Whin we laid yez aich be aich at yet wake like husban' an' wife | L |
| Sorra the dhry eye thin but was wet for the frinds that was gone | G |
| Sorra the silent throat but we hard it cryin' 'Ochone ' | - |
| An' Shamus O'Shea that has now ten childer hansome an' tall | O |
| Him an' his childer wor keenin' as if he had lost thim all | O |
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| XIV | L |
| Thin his Riverence buried thim both in wan grave be the dead boor tree | M |
| The young man Danny O'Roon wid his ould woman Molly Magee | M |
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| XV | L |
| May all the flowers o' Jeroosilim blossom an' spring from the grass | M |
| Imbrashin' an' kissin' aich other as ye did over yer Crass | M |
| An' the lark fly out o' the flowers wid his song to the Sun an' the Moon | G |
| An' tell thin in Hiven about Molly Magee an' her Danny O'Roon | G |
| Till Holy St Pether gets up wid his kays an' opens the gate | M |
| An' shure be the Crass that's betther nor cuttin' the Sassenach whate | M |
| To be there wid the Blessed Mother an' Saints an' Marthyrs galore | C |
| An' singin' yer 'Aves' an' 'Pathers' for iver an' ivermore | C |
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| XVI | L |
| Au' now that I tould yer Honour what iver I hard an' seen | G |
| Yer Honour 'ill give me a thrifle to dhrink yer health in potheen | G |
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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