Lines On Mr. Hodgson Written On Board The Lisbon Packet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABACADEFGAAGHI AJAJKLKLAMNAANHI MOPOMQPQRRSTTSHI OUOVWXYXZZA2KKA2HI RARAWB2WB2C2C2JAAJHI| Huzza Hodgson we are going | A |
| Our embargo's off at last | B |
| Favourable breezes blowing | A |
| Bend the canvass o'er the mast | B |
| From aloft the signal's streaming | A |
| Hark the farewell gun is fir'd | C |
| Women screeching tars blaspheming | A |
| Tell us that our time's expir'd | D |
| Here's a rascal | E |
| Come to task all | F |
| Prying from the custom house | G |
| Trunks unpacking | A |
| Cases cracking | A |
| Not a corner for a mouse | G |
| 'Scapes unsearch'd amid the racket | H |
| Ere we sail on board the Packet | I |
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| Now our boatmen quit their mooring | A |
| And all hands must ply the oar | J |
| Baggage from the quay is lowering | A |
| We're impatient push from shore | J |
| Have a care that case holds liquor | K |
| Stop the boat I'm sick oh Lord | L |
| Sick ma'am damme you'll be sicker | K |
| Ere you've been an hour on board | L |
| Thus are screaming | A |
| Men and women | M |
| Gemmen ladies servants Jacks | N |
| Here entangling | A |
| All are wrangling | A |
| Stuck together close as wax | N |
| Such the genial noise and racket | H |
| Ere we reach the Lisbon Packet | I |
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| Now we've reach'd her lo the captain | M |
| Gallant Kidd commands the crew | O |
| Passengers their berths are clapt in | P |
| Some to grumble some to spew | O |
| Hey day call you that a cabin | M |
| Why 't is hardly three feet square | Q |
| Not enough to stow Queen Mab in | P |
| Who the deuce can harbour there | Q |
| Who sir plenty | R |
| Nobles twenty | R |
| Did at once my vessel fill | S |
| Did they Jesus | T |
| How you squeeze us | T |
| Would to God they did so still | S |
| Then I'd 'scape the heat and racket | H |
| Of the good ship Lisbon Packet | I |
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| Fletcher Murray Bob where are you | O |
| Stretch'd along the deck like logs | U |
| Bear a hand you jolly tar you | O |
| Here's a rope's end for the dogs | V |
| Hobhouse muttering fearful curses | W |
| As the hatchway down he rolls | X |
| Now his breakfast now his verses | Y |
| Vomits forth and damns our souls | X |
| Here's a stanza | Z |
| On Braganza | Z |
| Help A couplet No a cup | A2 |
| Of warm water | K |
| What's the matter | K |
| Zounds my liver's coming up | A2 |
| I shall not survive the racket | H |
| Of this brutal Lisbon Packet | I |
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| Now at length we're off for Turkey | R |
| Lord knows when we shall come back | A |
| Breezes foul and tempests murky | R |
| May unship us in a crack | A |
| But since life at most a jest is | W |
| As philosophers allow | B2 |
| Still to laugh by far the best is | W |
| Then laugh on as I do now | B2 |
| Laugh at all things | C2 |
| Great and small things | C2 |
| Sick or well at sea or shore | J |
| While we're quaffing | A |
| Let's have laughing | A |
| Who the devil cares for more | J |
| Some good wine and who would lack it | H |
| Ev'n on board the Lisbon Packet | I |
George Gordon Byron
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