The Night-washers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAA BBB CCC AAA DDD AAA EFF AAA GGG HHH III HHH JKJ LLL AAA| Whe ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh | A |
| We are the brothers of ghouls and who | A |
| In the name of the Crooked Saints are you | A |
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| We are the washers of shrouds wherein | B |
| The lovers of beauty who sainted sin | B |
| Sleep till the Judgment Day begin | B |
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| When the moon is drifting overhead | C |
| We wash the linen of the dead | C |
| Stained with yellow and stiff with red | C |
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| Whe ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh | A |
| We are the foul night washers and who | A |
| By the Seven Lovely sins are you | A |
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| Here we sit by the river reeds | D |
| Rinsing the linen that reeks and bleeds | D |
| And craving the help our labor needs | D |
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| Come Sir Fop fall to fall to | A |
| Show us for once what you can do | A |
| One day there'll be washing enough for you | A |
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| Wade in wade in where the river runs | E |
| Clear in the moonlight over the stones | F |
| It'll wash the ache from your scrofulous bones | F |
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| Whe ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh | A |
| We are the gossips of fame and who | A |
| By the Sinners' Litany are you | A |
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| Wade in wade in The water is cold | G |
| The stains are deep and the linen is old | G |
| But surely the sons of the town are bold | G |
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| Work for us here till the break of day | H |
| At washing the stains of the dead away | H |
| And you shall be merry come what may | H |
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| From now till your ninetieth year begins | I |
| You shall sin the Seven Lovely sins | I |
| While wearing the virtue a cardinal wins | I |
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| Refuse and your arms shall be broken and wried | H |
| To dangle like fenders over the side | H |
| Of an empty ship on the harbor tide | H |
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| They shall gather a waist in their grip no more | J |
| As you wander the wide world over and o'er | K |
| With the curs at your heels from door to door | J |
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| With only a stranger to cover your face | L |
| You shall die in the streets of an outcast race | L |
| And your linen be washed in the market place | L |
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| Whe ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh | A |
| We are the Scavenger Saints but who | A |
| In the name of the Shadowy Kin are you | A |
Bliss Carman And Richard Hovey
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