The Frolicksome Duke, Or The Tinker's Good Fortune Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CCDDEE F EEGG EEHHII EEJJEE EEEEK LLEEMM NEEEEE OOPPQQ OOEEEE RREEE SSEEE EEEEL| 'To the tune of | A |
| Fond Boy | B |
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| Now as fame does report a young duke keeps a court | C |
| One that pleases his fancy with frolicksome sport | C |
| But amongst all the rest here is one I protest | D |
| Which will make you to smile when you hear the true jest | D |
| A poor tinker he found lying drunk on the ground | E |
| As secure in a sleep as if laid in a swound | E |
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| The duke said to his men 'William Richard Ben | F |
| Take him home to my palace we'll sport with him then ' | - |
| O'er a horse he was laid and with care soon convey'd | E |
| To the palace altho' he was poorly arrai'd | E |
| Then they stript off his cloaths both his shirt shoes and hose | G |
| And they put him to bed for to take his repose | G |
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| Having pull'd off his shirt which was all over durt | E |
| They did give him clean holland this was no great hurt | E |
| On a bed of soft down like a lord of renown | H |
| They did lay him to sleep the drink out of his crown | H |
| In the morning when day then admiring he lay | I |
| For to see the rich chamber both gaudy and gay | I |
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| Now he lay something late in his rich bed of state | E |
| Till at last knights and squires they on him did wait | E |
| And the chamberlain bare then did likewise declare | J |
| He desired to know what apparel he'd ware | J |
| The poor tinker amaz'd on the gentleman gaz'd | E |
| And admired how he to this honour was rais'd | E |
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| Th' he seem'd something mute yet he chose a rich suit | E |
| Which he straitways put on without longer dispute | E |
| With a star on his side which the tinker offt ey'd | E |
| And it seem'd for to swell him 'no' little with pride | E |
| For he said to himself 'Where is Joan my sweet wife | K |
| Sure she never did see me so fine in her life ' | - |
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| From a convenient place the right duke his good grace | L |
| Did observe his behaviour in every case | L |
| To a garden of state on the tinker they wait | E |
| Trumpets sounding before him thought he this is great | E |
| Where an hour or two pleasant walks he did view | M |
| With commanders and squires in scarlet and blew | M |
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| A fine dinner was drest both for him and his guests | N |
| He was plac'd at the table above all the rest | E |
| In a rich chair 'or bed ' lin'd with fine crimson red | E |
| With a rich golden canopy over hi shead | E |
| As he sat at his meat the musick play'd sweet | E |
| With the choicest of singing his joys to compleat | E |
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| While the tinker did dine he had plenty of wine | O |
| Rich canary with sherry and tent superfine | O |
| Like a right honest soul faith he took off his bowl | P |
| Till at last he began for to tumble and roul | P |
| From his chair to the floor where he sleeping did snore | Q |
| Being seven times drunker than ever before | Q |
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| Then the duke did ordain they should strip him amain | O |
| And restore him his old leather garments again | O |
| 'Twas a point next the worst yet perform it they must | E |
| And they carry'd him strait where they found him at first | E |
| Then he slept all the night as indeed well he might | E |
| But when he did waken his joys took their flight | E |
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| For his glory 'to him' so pleasant did seem | R |
| That he thought it to be but a meer golden dream | R |
| Till at length he was brought to the duke where he sought | E |
| For a pardon as fearing he had set him at nought | E |
| But his highness he said 'Thou'rt a jolly bold blade | E |
| Such a frolick before I think never never was plaid ' | - |
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| Then his highness bespoke him a new suit and cloak | S |
| Which he gave for the sake of this frolicksome joak | S |
| Nay and five hundred pound with ten acres of ground | E |
| 'Thou shalt never ' said he 'range the counteries round | E |
| Crying old brass to mend for I'll be thy good friend | E |
| Nay and Joan thy sweet wife shall my duchess attend ' | - |
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| Then the tinker reply'd 'What must Joan my sweet bride | E |
| Be a lady in chariots of pleasure to ride | E |
| Must we have gold and land ev'ry day at command | E |
| Then I shall be a squire I well understand | E |
| Well I thank your good grace and your love I embrace | L |
| I was never before in so happy a case ' | - |
Anonymous Olde English
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