The Song Of The Negro Boatmen Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDEFGHG IJKJLMLMFGHG NBNBOPOPFGHG QRQSTBTBFGHG UVWV XYXY ZA2ZA2 JB2C2B2 BCBCO praise an' tanks De Lord he come | A |
To set de people free | B |
An' massa tink it day ob doom | C |
An' we ob jubilee | B |
De Lord dat heap de Red Sea waves | D |
He jus' as 'trong as den | E |
He say de word we las' night slaves | D |
To day de Lord's freemen | E |
De yam will grow de cotton blow | F |
We'll hab de rice an' corn | G |
O nebber you fear if nebber you hear | H |
De driver blow his horn | G |
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Ole massa on he trabbels gone | I |
He leaf de land behind | J |
De Lord's breff blow him furder on | K |
Like corn shuck in de wind | J |
We own de hoe we own de plough | L |
We own de hands dat hold | M |
We sell de pig we sell de cow | L |
But nebber chile be sold | M |
De yam will grow de cotton blow | F |
We'll hab de rice an' corn | G |
O nebber you fear if nebber you hear | H |
De driver blow his horn | G |
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We pray de Lord he gib us signs | N |
Dat some day we be free | B |
De norf wind tell it to de pines | N |
De wild duck to de sea | B |
We tink it when de church bell ring | O |
We dream it in de dream | P |
De rice bird mean it when he sing | O |
De eagle when he scream | P |
De yam will grow de cotton blow | F |
We'll hab de rice an' corn | G |
O nebber you fear if nebber you hear | H |
De driver blow his horn | G |
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We know de promise nebber fail | Q |
An' nebber lie de word | R |
So like de 'postles in de jail | Q |
We waited for de Lord | S |
An' now he open ebery door | T |
An' trow away de key | B |
He tink we lub him so before | T |
We lub him better free | B |
De yam will grow de cotton blow | F |
He'll gib de rice an' corn | G |
O nebber you fear if nebber you hear | H |
De driver blow his horn | G |
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So sing our dusky gondoliers | U |
And with a secret pain | V |
And smiles that seem akin to tears | W |
We hear the wild refrain | V |
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We dare not share the negro's trust | X |
Nor yet his hope deny | Y |
We only know that God is just | X |
And every wrong shall die | Y |
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Rude seems the song each swarthy face | Z |
Flame lighted ruder still | A2 |
We start to think that hapless race | Z |
Must shape our good or ill | A2 |
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That laws of changeless justice bind | J |
Oppressor with oppressed | B2 |
And close as sin and suffering joined | C2 |
We march to Fate abreast | B2 |
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Sing on poor hearts your chant shall be | B |
Our sign of blight or bloom | C |
The Vala song of Liberty | B |
Or death rune of our doom | C |
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