The Last Buccaneer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABC DDEE FFGG FFEE HHII EEJJ KKAALLCB| OH England is a pleasant place for them that s rich and high | A |
| But England is a cruel place for such poor folks as I | A |
| And such a port for mariners I ne er shall see again | B |
| As the pleasant Isle of Av s beside the Spanish main | C |
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| There were forty craft in Av s that were both swift and stout | D |
| All furnish d well with small arms and cannons round about | D |
| And a thousand men in Av s made laws so fair and free | E |
| To choose their valiant captains and obey them loyally | E |
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| Thence we sail d against the Spaniard with his hoards of plate and gold | F |
| Which he wrung by cruel tortures from the Indian folk of old | F |
| Likewise the merchant captains with hearts as hard as stone | G |
| Which flog men and keelhaul them and starve them to the bone | G |
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| Oh the palms grew high in Av s and fruits that shone like gold | F |
| And the colibris and parrots they were gorgeous to behold | F |
| And the negro maids to Av s from bondage fast did flee | E |
| To welcome gallant sailors a sweeping in from sea | E |
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| Oh sweet it was in Av s to hear the landward breeze | H |
| A swing with good tobacco in a net between the trees | H |
| With a negro lass to fan you while you listen d to the roar | I |
| Of the breakers on the reef outside that never touched the shore | I |
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| But Scripture saith an ending to all fine things must be | E |
| So the King s ships sail d on Av s and quite put down were we | E |
| All day we fought like bulldogs but they burst the booms at night | J |
| And I fled in a piragua sore wounded from the fight | J |
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| Nine days I floated starving and a negro lass beside | K |
| Till for all I tried to cheer her the poor young thing she died | K |
| But as I lay a gasping a Bristol sail came by | A |
| And brought me home to England here to beg until I die | A |
| And now I m old and going I m sure I can t tell where | L |
| One comfort is this world s so hard I can t be worse off there | L |
| If I might but be a sea dove I d fly across the main | C |
| To the pleasant Isle of Av s to look at it once again | B |
Charles Kingsley
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