The Coming Boat Race Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCCC D EE FFEEGGEEHHBIEEJJKKLL MMEE N OOPPMMNQRRMMSSCCMMMM MMMMEETTMMUUVVMM W

OXFORD CAMBRIDGE R T RAIKES J STILL F CROWDER J R SELWYN W FREEMAN J A BOURKE F WILLAN J FORTESCUE E F HENLEY D F STEVENSON W W WOOD R A KINGLAKE H P SENHOUSE H WATNEY M BROWN W R GRIFFITHS Steerer C R W TOTTENHAM Steerer A FORBESA
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Attend all ye who wish to see the namesB
of each stout crewC
Who've come to town from cap and gown toC
fight for their favourite blueC
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OXFORDD
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First TOTTENHAM comes a well known name that cattle driving Cox'enE
Who oft to victory has steer'd his gallant team of OxonE
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O'er Putney's course so well can he that team in safety goadF
That we ought to call old Father Thames the Oxford Tottenham RoadF
Then comes the Stroke a mariner of merit and renownE
Since dark blue are his colours he can never be dun brownE
Ye who would at your leisure his heroic deeds peruseG
Go read Tom Brown at Oxford by the other Tom TOM HUGHESG
Next SENHOUSE short for Senate house but long enough for sevenE
Shall to the eight oar'd ship impart a sen at orial leavenE
Then Number Six no truer word was ever said in jokeH
In keeping with his name of WOOD has heart and limbs of oakH
The voice of all aquatic men the praise of Five proclaimsB
No finer sight can eye delight than HENLEY upon ThamesI
Then Number Four who is heaver far than a number of MacmillanE
Though WILLAN'S his name may well exclaim Here I am but I hain't a willanE
Then FREEMAN rows at Number Three in a freer and manly styleJ
No finer oar was e'er produced by the Tiber Thames or NileJ
Let politicians if they please rob freemen of their voteK
Provided they leave Oxford men a FREEMAN for their boatK
Among the crowd of oarsmen proud no name will fame shout louderL
Than his who sits at Number Two the straight and upright CROWDERL
Then RAIKES rows bow and we must allow that with all the weight that's aftM
The bow oar gives a rakish air to the bows o' the dark blue craftM
This is the crew who've donned dark blue and no stouter team of OxonE
Has ploughed the waves of old Father Thames or owned a better Cox'enE
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CAMBRIDGEN
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Now don't refuse aquatic Muse the glories to rehearseO
Of the rival crew who've donned light blue to row for better for worseO
They've lost their luck but retain their pluck and whate'er their fate may beP
Light blue may meet one more defeat but disgrace they ne'er will seeP
We've seen them row thro' sleet and snow till they sank merses profundoM
HORACE forgive me pulchrior Cami evenit arundoM
First little FORBES our praise absorbs he comes from a learned CollegeN
So Cambridge hopes he will pull his ropes with scientific knowledgeQ
May he shun the charge of swinging barge more straight than an archer's arrowR
May he steer his eight as he sits sedate in the stern of his vessel narrowR
Then comes the Stroke with a heart of oak who has stood to his flag like twentyM
While some stood aloof and were not proof against dolce far nienteM
So let us pray that GRIFFITHS may to the banks of Cam recallS
The swing and style lost for a while since the days of JONES and HALLS
Then WATNEY comes and a pluckier seven ne'er rowed in a Cambridge crewC
His long straight swing is just the thing which an oarsman loves to viewC
Then comes KINGLAKE of a massive make who in spite of failures pastM
Like a sailor true has nailed light blue as his colours to the mastM
The Consul bold in days of old was thanked by the Patres hoaryM
When in spite of luck he displayed his pluck on the field of Cannae goryM
So whate'er the fate of the Cambridge eight let Cambridge men agreeM
Their voice to raise in their Captain's praise with thrice and three times threeM
Then Number Five is all alive and for hard work always readyM
As to and fro his broad back doth go like a pendulum strong and steadyM
Then FORTESCUE doth pull it through without delay or dawdlin'E
Right proud I trow as they see him row are the merry men of MagdalenE
Then comes a name well known to fame the great and gallant BOURKET
Who ne'er was known fatigue to own or neglect his share of workT
New zeal and life to each new stroke stout SELWYN doth impartM
And ever with fresh vigour like Antaeus forward startM
Then last but not the least of all to row the boat alongU
They've got a bow whom all allow to be both STILL and strongU
No crew can quail or ever fail to labour with a willV
When so much strength and spirits are supplied them by their STILLV
We've done our task to you who ask the probable resultM
We more will speak if you next week our Prophet will consultM
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Cf Pickwick Here I am but I hain't a willan FAT BOYW

Edward Woodley Bowling



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