A Chantey Of Labor's Lost Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDADEAD AFGFHIJIEAI KJLJMNOPEAP AQAQADRDEQ| There on the quay sobbed Bones A B | A |
| And he took me by the hand | B |
| Says he to me 'I've quit the sea | A |
| An' I'm huntin' a berth on land | B |
| Er doom as come an' the days o' rum | C |
| Salt orse an' tar is over | D |
| For these is the days of the popinjays | A |
| An' the end of the deep sea rover | D |
| Oh | E |
| Them tough ole rough ole rollicking lads | A |
| The shell back deep sea rover | D |
| - | |
| 'They've finished with me ' says Bones A B | A |
| 'For they've finished with seamanship | F |
| What they're shippin' of late is a milliner's mate | G |
| With a housemaid's mop on the ip | F |
| But ask im the rig of a barque or a brig | H |
| Or the toons of the chanteys sung | I |
| By a buck he male in the days of sail | J |
| When me an' me mates was young | I |
| Oh | E |
| Them mad ole bad ole rollicking days | A |
| When mates an' the world was young | I |
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| 'Before e was born I'd rounded the Horn | K |
| Ten times in ships o' sail | J |
| Close reefed an' fast in the bellerin' blast | L |
| Of the mother in law of a gale | J |
| Bare decked I been an' wrecked I been | M |
| Mate hazed marooned shanghai ed | N |
| But shiver me gob I knoo me job | O |
| In the days when the seas was wide | P |
| Oh | E |
| Them reckless feckless rollicking days | A |
| When faith and the seas was wide | P |
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| 'So I'm leavin' the sea ' says Bones A B | A |
| 'For the sea don't need me now | Q |
| An' I'm shapin' a course to valet a orse | A |
| Or coddle a milkin' cow | Q |
| All that they asks of shipboard tasks | A |
| Is a dood of a doll's eye weaver | D |
| An' I'm missin' em bad them mates I ad | R |
| So lovin' the sea they leave er | D |
| Oh | E |
| Them tearin' swearin' devil may carin' | Q |
| Lovable lads wot leave er ' | - |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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