A Ballad Of Pikeville Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEFFGG HH IIJJKKGG IILL MMNNOOPPEEQQRRSSKKTT

Down in Southern Arizona where the Gila monster thrivesA
And the 'Mescalero ' gifted with a hundred thousand livesB
Every hour renounces one of them by drinking liquid flameC
The assassinating wassail that has given him his nameC
Where the enterprising dealer in Caucasian hair is seenD
To hold his harvest festival upon his village greenD
While the late lamented tenderfoot upon the plain is spreadE
With a sanguinary circle on the summit of his headE
Where the cactuses or cacti lift their lances in the sunF
And incautious jackass rabbits come to sorrow as they runF
Lived a colony of settlers old Missouri was the StateG
Where they formerly resided at a prehistoric dateG
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Now the spot that had been chosen for this colonizing schemeH
Was as waterless believe me as an Arizona streamH
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The soil was naught but ashes by the breezes driven freeI
And an acre and a quarter were required to sprout a peaI
So agriculture languished for the land would not produceJ
And for lack of water whisky was the beverage in useJ
Costly whisky hauled in wagons many a weary weary dayK
Mostly needed by the drivers to sustain them on their wayK
Wicked whisky King of Evils Why O why did God createG
Such a curse and thrust it on us in our inoffensive stateG
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Once a parson came among them and a holy man was heI
With his ailing stomach whisky wouldn't anywise agreeI
So he knelt upon the mesa and he prayed with all his chinL
That the Lord would send them water or incline their hearts to ginL
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Scarcely was the prayer concluded ere an earthquake shook the landM
And with copious effusion springs burst out on every handM
Merrily the waters gurgled and the shock which gave them birthN
Fitly was by some declared a temperance movement of the earthN
Astounded by the miracle the people met that nightO
To celebrate it properly by some religious riteO
And 'tis truthfully recorded that before the moon had sunkP
Every man and every woman was devotionally drunkP
A half a standard gallon says history per headE
Of the best Kentucky prime was at that ceremony shedE
O the glory of that country O the happy happy folkQ
By the might of prayer delivered from Nature's broken yokeQ
Lo the plains to the horizon all are yellowing with ryeR
And the corn upon the hill top lifts its banners to the skyR
Gone the wagons gone the drivers and the road is grown to grassS
Over which the incalescent Bourbon did aforetime passS
Pikeville that's the name they've given in their wild romantic wayK
To that irrigation district now distills statistics sayK
Something like a hundred gallons out of each recurrent cropT
To the head of population and consumes it every dropT

Ambrose Bierce



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