Saint Oluf (from The Old Danish) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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St Oluf was a mighty king	A
Who rul'd the Northern land	B
The holy Christian faith he preach'd	C
And taught it sword in hand	B
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St Oluf built a lofty ship	D
With sails of silk so fair	E
To Hornelummer I must go	F
And see what's passing there	E
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O do not go the seamen said	G
To yonder fatal ground	H
Where savage Jutts and wicked elves	I
And demon sprites abound	H
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St Oluf climb'd the vessel's side	J
His courage nought could tame	K
Heave up heave up the anchor straight	L
Let's go in Jesu's name	K
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The cross shall be my faulchion now	M
The book of God my shield	N
And arm'd with them I hope and trust	O
To make the demons yield	N
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And swift as eagle cleaves the sky	P
The gallant vessel flew	Q
Direct for Hornelummer's rock	R
Through ocean's wavy blue	Q
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'T was early in the morning tide	J
When she cast anchor there	E
And lo the Jutt stood on the cliff	S
To breathe the morning air	E
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His eyes were like the burning beal	T
His mouth was all awry	P
The truth I tell and say he stood	U
Full twenty cubits high	P
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His beard was like a horse's mane	V
And down his bosom roll'd	W
The claws that fenc'd his finger ends	X
Were frightful to behold	W
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I never yet have seen he cried	J
A ship come near my strand	B
That here to shore I could not drag	Y
By putting out my hand	B
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The good St Oluf smil'd thereat	B
And thus address'd his crew	Q
Now hold your tongues and well observe	Z
What I'm about to do	Q
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The giant stretch'd his mighty arm	A2
The ship was nigh his own	B2
But when St Oluf rais'd the cross	C2
He sank knee deep in stone	B2
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Here am I sunk knee deep in stone	B2
My legs I cannot move	D2
But since my back and fists are free	E2
My might thou yet shalt prove	D2
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Be still be still thou noisy guest	B
Be still for evermore	F2
Become a rock and beetle there	E
Above the billows hoar	F2
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Up started then from out the hill	G2
The demon's hoary wife	H2
She curs'd the king a thousand times	I2
And brandish'd high her knife	H2
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Sore wonder'd then the little elves	I
Who sat within the hill	G2
To see their mother all at once	J2
Stand likewise stiff and still	G2
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'T is done they cried by yonder wight	B
Who rides upon the waves	K2
Let's wade out to him through the surf	L2
And beat him with our staves	K2
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At Hornelummer happen'd then	M2
What happen'd ne'er before	F2
The elfins wish'd to leave the hill	G2
And could not find a door	F2
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They ran their heads against the wall	N2
And tried to break it through	Q
They could not break the solid rock	R
But broke their necks in lieu	Q
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Now thanks to God and Jesus Christ	B
And good St Oluf's arm	A2
To Hornelummer we can sail	O2
Without mishap or harm	A2

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