The Sorrows Of Father Cam Poem Rhyme Scheme

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WATNEY Lady Margaret	A
BEEBEE Lady Margaret	A
PIGOTT Corpus	B
KINGLAKE rd Trinity	C
STEAVENSON Trinity Hall	D
BORTHWICK st Trinity	C
GRIFFITHS rd Trinity	C
LAWES rd Trinity	C
Steerer ARCHER Corpus	B
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One night as I silently wandered	E
By Cam's slow meandering stream	F
And many things mentally pondered	E
I saw as it were in a dream	F
A black head emerge from the billows	G
A broad body swim through the flood	H
Till beneath the o'ershadowing willows	G
It sank gently down in the mud	H
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All alone as a Scholar of Tyrwhitt	H
When examined in Hebrew he sits	I
On a log that mysterious spirit	H
Smokes in silence and silently spits	I
And yet not alone sat the vision	J
There came as he sat on his log	K
A wag of delight and submission	J
From the tail of each demi drowned dog	K
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Black eels from his temples were hanging	L
His teeth were like teeth of a jack	M
His lips were inaudibly slanging	M
His eyes were all muddy and black	M
And water snakes round his neck twining	M
Were hissing and water rats swam	N
At his feet so without much divining	M
I recognised Old Father Cam	N
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All hail to thee Camus the reedy	H
I cried in alarm and surprise	O
Say why are thy garments so weedy	H
And why are these tears in thine eyes	O
Then the River god answered me sadly	H
My glory aquatic is gone	P
My prospects alas look but badly	H
Not a race for four years have I won	J
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I have oarsmen as strong even stronger	Q
Than when my first honours I bore	R
Their arms are as long perhaps longer	Q
Their shoulders as broad as of yore	R
Yet the prospects of light blue look bluer	Q
I am losing my swing form and time	S
For who can row well in a sewer	Q
Or pull through miasma and slime	S
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Thus murmured the River god moaning	M
But I bade him to dry his old eye	T
In vain is this weeping and groaning	M
Let your motto be 'Never say die '	-
Though your waves be more foul than Cocytus	O
Though your prospects no doubt are most blue	U
Since Oxford is ready to fight us	O
We will try to select a good crew	U
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My friend Lady Margaret tells me	H
She can lend me a Bow and a Two	U
The Lady I own sometimes sells me	H
But this time I am sure she'll be true	U
For WATNEY is wiry and plucky	H
And that BEEBEE'S A all allow	V
And our boat cannot fail to be lucky	H
With a double st Class in the bow	V
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Then Corpus its PIGOTT shall lend us	O
Young healthy and active and strong	M
And Etona her KINGLAKE shall send us	O
To row our good vessel along	M
And Five from the head of the river	Q
Like Pallas from Jove's head appearing	M
Shall add to the weight of the quiver	Q
Of the feather weight Argonaut steering	M
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Then BORTHWICK the mighty and massive	W
Shall row like a Briton at Six	O
And GRIFFITHS not prone to be passive	W
Shall pull us to glory like bricks	O
Our 'Stroke ' people say on the feather	Q
Is a trifle too fond of a pause	O
But while some say 'there's nothing like leather '	-
I maintain there is nothing like LAWES	O
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Washerwomen not over aquatic	M
Says he rows 'like a mangle' what trash	X
That his swing and his time are erratic	M
That he puts in his oar with a splash	X
But these wonderful judges of rowing	M
If we win will be loud in applause	O
And declare 'the result was all owing	M
To that excellent stroke MR LAWES '	-
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Our Coach on the bank briskly riding	M
Will keep his strong team well together	Q
His Bucephalus gamely bestriding	M
In spite of the wind and the weather	Q
For the laws of the land you may send me	H
To Counsel from chambers in Town	Y
For the laws of the river commend me	H
To the CHAMBERS of Cambridge renown	Y
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Then cheer up beloved Father Camus	O
Blow your nose dry those tears that are falling	M
You will live once again to be famous	O
In spite of the prospects appalling	M
Though dead dogs down your fair stream are floating	M
Father Cam will their odours defy	T
Though Oxford may beat us in boating	M
Yet Cambridge will 'never say die '	-
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Edward Woodley Bowling

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