Beranger's Broken Fiddle Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDC A EFCF A EGHG IGJG KLK MNON BCPC NQRQ I SIKI I TUGU I I I I VKIK I B D| I | A |
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| There there poor dog my faithful friend | B |
| Pay you no heed unto my sorrow | C |
| But feast to day while yet you may | D |
| Who knows but we shall starve to morrow | C |
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| II | A |
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| Give us a tune the foemen cried | E |
| In one of their profane caprices | F |
| I bade them No they frowned and lo | C |
| They dashed this innocent in pieces | F |
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| III | A |
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| This fiddle was the village pride | E |
| The mirth of every fete enhancing | G |
| Its wizard art set every heart | H |
| As well as every foot to dancing | G |
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| How well the bridegroom knew its voice | I |
| As from its strings its song went gushing | G |
| Nor long delayed the promised maid | J |
| Equipped for bridal coy and blushing | G |
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| Why it discoursed so merrily | - |
| It quickly banished all dejection | K |
| And yet when pressed our priest confessed | L |
| I played with pious circumspection | K |
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| And though in patriotic song | M |
| It was our guide compatriot teacher | N |
| I never thought the foe had wrought | O |
| His fury on the helpless creature | N |
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| VII | - |
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| But there poor dog my faithful friend | B |
| Pay you no heed unto my sorrow | C |
| I prithee take this paltry cake | P |
| Who knows but we shall starve to morrow | C |
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| Ah who shall lead the Sunday choir | N |
| As this old fiddle used to do it | Q |
| Can vintage come with this voice dumb | R |
| That used to bid a welcome to it | Q |
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| IX | I |
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| It soothed the weary hours of toil | S |
| It brought forgetfulness to debtors | I |
| Time and again from wretched men | K |
| It struck oppression's galling fetters | I |
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| X | I |
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| No man could hear its voice and hate | T |
| It stayed the teardrop at its portal | U |
| With that dear thing I was a king | G |
| As never yet was monarch mortal | U |
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| XI | I |
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| Now has the foe the vandal foe | - |
| Struck from my hands their pride and glory | I |
| There let it lie In vengeance I | - |
| Shall wield another weapon gory | I |
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| XII | I |
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| And if O countrymen I fall | V |
| Beside our grave let this be spoken | K |
| No foe of France shall ever dance | I |
| Above the heart and fiddle broken | K |
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| XIII | I |
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| So come poor dog my faithful friend | B |
| I prithee do not heed my sorrow | - |
| But feast to day while yet you may | D |
| For we are like to starve to morrow | - |
Eugene Field
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