Jimmy Wood Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEF GFGF HFHF IBIB JKJK LMLM KMKM NDND OMOM PQPQ FMFM RMRM

There came a lonely Briton to the townA
A solitary Briton with a missionB
He d vowed a vow to put all shouting downA
To relegate it to a low positionB
Transcendently Britannic in his dressC
His manners were polite and slightly formalD
And this I mention with extreme distressC
His put away for liquid was abnormalD
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He viewed this shouting mania with disgustE
As being generosity pervertedF
When any of the boys went on the bustE
He strove his best that they might be convertedF
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He wouldn t take a liquor with a manG
Not if he was to be hanged drawn and quarteredF
And yet he drank construe it as you canG
Unsweetened gin most moderately wateredF
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And when the atmosphere was in a whirlH
And language metaphorical ran riotF
He d calmly tender sixpence to the girlH
And drink his poison solus nice and quietF
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Whenever he was asked to breast the barI
He d answer with a touch of condescensionB
I much regret to disoblige so farI
As to decline your delicate attentionB
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That drink s a curse that hangeth like a leechJ
A sad but most indubitable fact isK
Mankind was meant to drink alone I preachJ
And what I preach invariably practiseK
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I never pay for others nor do IL
Take drink from them and never never would sirM
One man one liquor though I have to dieL
A martyr to my faith that s Jimmy Wood sirM
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My friend tis not a bit of use to raiseK
A hurricane of bluster and of banterM
I preach my humble gospel in the phraseK
Similia similibus curanturM
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Which means by drinking how and when I likeN
And sticking to the one unsweetened sampleD
I hope in course of time that it will strikeN
All men to follow up my good exampleD
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In course of time it struck all men that JimO
Was fast developing into a soakerM
The breath of palsy on his every limbO
A bleary face touched up with crimson ochreM
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Yet firmly stood he by the sinking shipP
Went down at last with all his colours flyingQ
No hand but his raised tumbler to his lipP
What time J Woods the Martyr lay a dyingQ
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Misunderstood reformer gallant heartF
He gave his path to Death the great collectorM
Now in Elysian fields he sits apartF
And sips his modest Tommy Dodd of nectarM
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His signature is on the scroll of fameR
You cannot well forget him though you would sirM
The man is dead not so his homely nameR
Who drinks alone drinks toast to Jimmy Wood sirM

Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake



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