Hong-kong Lyrics Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDEDEFGFHFIFIJDJ KALMNMMOPOAQRSRMTUTV MDMBRDRMWMWUXYXBOMZW A2A2B2MB2MC2D2E2F2XB 2XB2

IA
AT anchor in that harbour of the islandB
The Chinese GateC
We lay where terraced under green clad highlandB
The Sea town sateC
Ships steamers sailers many a flag and nationD
A motley crewE
Junks sampans all East's swarming jubilationD
I watched and knewE
Then as I stood sweet sudden sounds out swellingF
On the boon breezeG
The church bells' chiming echoes rang out tellingF
Of inland peaceH
O English Chimes your music rising and fallingF
I cannot praiseI
Although to me it come sweet sad recallingF
Dear childish daysI
Yet English Chimes last links of chains that severJ
Worn out and doneD
That Land and Creed that I have left for everJ
Ring on ring onK
IIA
There is much in this sea way CityL
I have not met with beforeM
But one or two things I noticeN
That I seem to have known of yoreM
In the lovely tropical verdureM
In the streets behold I canO
The hideous English BuildingsP
And the brutal English ManO
IIIA
I stand and watch the SoldiersQ
Marching up and downR
Above the fresh green Cricket groundS
Just outside the townR
I stand and watch and wonderM
When in the English landT
This poor fool Tommy AtkinsU
Will learn and understandT
Zulus and Boers and ArabsV
All fighting to be freeM
Men and women and childrenD
Maimed and murdered has heM
In India and in IrelandB
He's held the People downR
While the robber English GentlemanD
Took pound and penny and crownR
To make him false to his OrderM
What was it that they gaveW
To make him his brother's oppressorM
The clothes and soul of a slaveW
O thou poor fool Tommy AtkinsU
Thou wilt be wise that dayX
When with eager eyes and clenched teethY
Thou risest up to sayX
'This is our well loved EnglandB
And I'll free it if I canO
From every rotten Shop keeperM
And played out Gentleman 'Z
IVW
'Happy Valley'A2
'This is the love of Nature that the same peace awaits us all'A2
There is a valley green that liesB2
'Mid hills the summer's bowerM
The many coloured butterfliesB2
Flutter from flower to flowerM
And round one lush green side of itC2
In gardened homes are laidD2
With grief and care compassionateE2
The People of the DeadF2
There all the voicing summer dayX
They sing the happy rillsB2
No noisy sound awakes awayX
The echoes of the hillsB2

Francis William Lauderdale Adams



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