Bendy's Sermon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BB CC DD EE FF GG HH CC II EE JJ BB FF KL MM NN LL NN LL OO PQ AA RR SS NN RT UU VV NN OO WW XX LL YY FF ZZ JJ CC| Bendigo the well known Nottingham prize fighter became converted to religion and preached at revival meetings throughout the country | A |
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| You didn't know of Bendigo Well that knocks me out | B |
| Who's your board school teacher What's he been about | B |
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| Chock a block with fairy tales full of useless cram | C |
| And never heard o' Bendigo the pride of Nottingham | C |
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| Bendy's short for Bendigo You should see him peel | D |
| Half of him was whalebone half of him was steel | D |
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| Fightin' weight eleven ten five foot nine in height | E |
| Always ready to oblige if you want a fight | E |
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| I could talk of Bendigo from here to king dom come | F |
| I guess before I ended you would wish your dad was dumb | F |
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| I'd tell you how he fought Ben Caunt and how the deaf 'un fell | G |
| But the game is done and the men are gone and maybe it's as well | G |
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| Bendy he turned Methodist mdash he said he felt a call | H |
| He stumped the country preachin' and you bet he filled the hall | H |
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| If you seed him in the pulpit a bleatin' like a lamb | C |
| You'd never know bold Bendigo the pride of Nottingham | C |
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| His hat was like a funeral he'd got a waiter's coat | I |
| With a hallelujah collar and a choker round his throat | I |
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| His pals would laugh and say in chaff that Bendigo was right | E |
| In takin' on the devil since he'd no one else to fight | E |
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| But he was very earnest improvin' day by day | J |
| A workin' and a preachin' just as his duty lay | J |
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| But the devil he was waitin' and in the final bout | B |
| He hit him hard below his guard and knocked poor Bendy out | B |
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| Now I'll tell you how it happened He was preachin' down at Brum | F |
| He was billed just like a circus you should see the people come | F |
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| The chapel it was crowded and in the fore most row | K |
| There was half a dozen bruisers who'd a grudge at Bendigo | L |
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| There was Tommy Piatt of Bradford Solly Jones of Perry Bar | M |
| Long Connor from the Bull Ring the same wot drew with Carr | M |
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| Jack Ball the fightin gunsmith Joe Mur phy from the Mews | N |
| And Iky Moss the bettin' boss the Champion of the Jews | N |
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| A very pretty handful a sittin' in a string | L |
| Full of beer and impudence ripe for any thing | L |
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| Sittin' in a string there right under Bendy's nose | N |
| If his message was for sinners he could make a start on those | N |
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| Soon he heard them chaflin' Hi Bendy Here's a go | L |
| How much are you coppin' by this Jump to Glory show | L |
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| Stow it Bendy Left the ring Mighty spry of you | O |
| Didn't everybody know the ring was leavin' you | O |
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| Bendy fairly sweated as he stood above and prayed | P |
| Look down O Lord and grip me with a strangle hold he said | Q |
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| Fix me with a strangle hold Put a stop on me | A |
| I'm slippin' Lord I'm slippin' and I'm clingin' hard to Thee | A |
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| But the roughs they kept on chaffin' and the uproar it was such | R |
| That the preacher in the pulpit might be talkin' double Dutch | R |
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| Till a workin' man he shouted out a jumpin' to his feet | S |
| Give us a lead your reverence and heave 'em in the street | S |
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| Then Bendy said Good Lord since first I left my sinful ways | N |
| Thou knowest that to Thee alone I've given up my days | N |
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| But now dear Lord mdash and here he laid his Bible on the shelf mdash | R |
| I'll take with your permission just five minutes for myself | T |
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| He vaulted from the pulpit like a tiger from a den | U |
| They say it was a lovely sight to see him floor his men | U |
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| Right and left and left and right straight and true and hard | V |
| Till the Ebenezer Chapel looked more like a knacker's yard | V |
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| Platt was standin' on his back and lookup at his toes | N |
| Solly Jones of Perry Bar was feelin' for his nose | N |
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| Connor of the Bull Ring had all that he could do | O |
| Rakin' for his ivories that lay about the pew | O |
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| Jack Ball the fightin' gunsmith was in a peaceful sleep | W |
| Joe Murphy lay across him all tied up in a heap | W |
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| Five of them was twisted in a tangle on the floor | X |
| And Iky Moss the bettin' boss had sprinted for the door | X |
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| Five repentant fightin' men sitting in a row | L |
| Listenin' to words of grace from Mister Bendigo | L |
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| Listenin' to his reverence all as good as gold | Y |
| Pretty little baa lambs gathered to the fold | Y |
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| So that's the way that Bendy ran his mission in the slum | F |
| And preached the Holy Gospel to the fightin' men of Brum | F |
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| The Lord said he has given me His message from on high | Z |
| And if you interrupt Him I will know the reason why | Z |
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| But to think of all your schooling clean wasted thrown away | J |
| Darned if I can make out what you're learnin' all the day | J |
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| Grubbin' up old fairy tales fillin' up with cram | C |
| And didn't know of Bendigo the pride of Nottingham | C |
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