The Song Of The Negro Boatmen Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDEFGHG IJKJLMLMFGHG NBNBOPOPFGHG QRQSTBTBFGHG UVWV XYXY ZA2ZA2 JB2C2B2 BCBC

O praise an' tanks De Lord he comeA
To set de people freeB
An' massa tink it day ob doomC
An' we ob jubileeB
De Lord dat heap de Red Sea wavesD
He jus' as 'trong as denE
He say de word we las' night slavesD
To day de Lord's freemenE
De yam will grow de cotton blowF
We'll hab de rice an' cornG
O nebber you fear if nebber you hearH
De driver blow his hornG
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Ole massa on he trabbels goneI
He leaf de land behindJ
De Lord's breff blow him furder onK
Like corn shuck in de windJ
We own de hoe we own de ploughL
We own de hands dat holdM
We sell de pig we sell de cowL
But nebber chile be soldM
De yam will grow de cotton blowF
We'll hab de rice an' cornG
O nebber you fear if nebber you hearH
De driver blow his hornG
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We pray de Lord he gib us signsN
Dat some day we be freeB
De norf wind tell it to de pinesN
De wild duck to de seaB
We tink it when de church bell ringO
We dream it in de dreamP
De rice bird mean it when he singO
De eagle when he screamP
De yam will grow de cotton blowF
We'll hab de rice an' cornG
O nebber you fear if nebber you hearH
De driver blow his hornG
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We know de promise nebber failQ
An' nebber lie de wordR
So like de 'postles in de jailQ
We waited for de LordS
An' now he open ebery doorT
An' trow away de keyB
He tink we lub him so beforeT
We lub him better freeB
De yam will grow de cotton blowF
He'll gib de rice an' cornG
O nebber you fear if nebber you hearH
De driver blow his hornG
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So sing our dusky gondoliersU
And with a secret painV
And smiles that seem akin to tearsW
We hear the wild refrainV
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We dare not share the negro's trustX
Nor yet his hope denyY
We only know that God is justX
And every wrong shall dieY
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Rude seems the song each swarthy faceZ
Flame lighted ruder stillA2
We start to think that hapless raceZ
Must shape our good or illA2
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That laws of changeless justice bindJ
Oppressor with oppressedB2
And close as sin and suffering joinedC2
We march to Fate abreastB2
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Sing on poor hearts your chant shall beB
Our sign of blight or bloomC
The Vala song of LibertyB
Or death rune of our doomC

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