Father Abe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDEDFGEGEHIHJKEKLMCM NOPOFQFQERSRFHFHFFFF| Song of the American Sons of Labour | A |
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| The Song | B |
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| O WE knew so well dear Father | C |
| When we answered to your call | D |
| And the Southern Moloch stricken | E |
| Shook and tottered to his fall | D |
| O we knew so well you loved us | F |
| And our hearts beat back to yours | G |
| With the rapturous adoration | E |
| That through all the years endures | G |
| Mothers sisters bade us hasten | E |
| Sweethearts wives with babe at breast | H |
| For the Union faith and freedom | I |
| For our hero of the West | H |
| And we wrung forth victory blood stained | J |
| From the desperate hands of Crime | K |
| And our Cause blazed out Man's beacon | E |
| Through the endless future time | K |
| And forgiven forever we bade it | L |
| Cease that envy hatred strife | M |
| As he willed our murdered Father | C |
| That had sealed his love with life | M |
| O dear Father was it thus then | N |
| Did we this but in a dream | O |
| Is it real this hideous present | P |
| Does our suffering only seem | O |
| Bend and listen look and tell us | F |
| Are these joyless toilers We | Q |
| Slaves more wretched patient piteous | F |
| Than the slaves we fought to free | Q |
| Are these weak worn girls and women | E |
| Those whose mothers yet can tell | R |
| How they kissed and clasped men god like | S |
| With fierce faces fronting hell | R |
| Bend and listen look and tell us | F |
| Is this silent waste possessed | H |
| By bloat thieves and their task masters | F |
| Thy free thy fair thy fearless West | H |
| Are these Eastern mobs of wage slaves | F |
| Are these cringing debauchees | F |
| Sons of those who slung their rifles | F |
| Shook the old Flag to the breeze | F |
Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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