A Christmas Carol Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCCB DEDEFFFB GHIHJJJB CKCKLLLB CMCMNOOB PQRQNNNB SCSCTTTB SASAAAAB UEUEAAAB SESESSSB VBWBXYXB SHSHEEEBSo now is come our joyful'st feast | A |
Let every man be jolly | B |
Each room with ivy leaves is drest | A |
And every post with holly | B |
Though some churls at our mirth repine | C |
Round your foreheads garlands twine | C |
Drown sorrow in a cup of wine | C |
And let us all be merry | B |
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Now all our neighbors' chimneys smoke | D |
And Christmas blocks are burning | E |
Their ovens they with bak'd meats choke | D |
And all their spits are turning | E |
Without the door let sorrow lie | F |
And if for cold it hap to die | F |
We'll bury 't in a Christmas pie | F |
And evermore be merry | B |
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Now every lad is wondrous trim | G |
And no man minds his labor | H |
Our lasses have provided them | I |
A bag pipe and a tabor | H |
Young men and maids and girls and boys | J |
Give life to one another's joys | J |
And you anon shall by their noise | J |
Perceive that they are merry | B |
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Rank misers now do sparing shun | C |
Their hall of music soundeth | K |
And dogs thence with whole shoulders run | C |
So all things there aboundeth | K |
The country folk themselves advance | L |
For crowdy mutton's come out of France | L |
And Jack shall pipe and Jill shall dance | L |
And all the town be merry | B |
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Ned Swash hath fetch'd his bands from pawn | C |
And all his best apparel | M |
Brisk Nell hath bought a ruff of lawn | C |
With droppings of the barrel | M |
And those that hardly all the year | N |
Had bread to eat or rags to wear | O |
Will have both clothes and dainty fare | O |
And all the day be merry | B |
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Now poor men to the justices | P |
With capons make their arrants | Q |
And if they hap to fail of these | R |
They plague them with their warrants | Q |
But now they feed them with good cheer | N |
And what they want they take in beer | N |
For Christmas comes but once a year | N |
And then they shall be merry | B |
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Good farmers in the country nurse | S |
The poor that else were undone | C |
Some landlords spend their money worse | S |
On lust and pride at London | C |
There the roisters they do play | T |
Drab and dice their land away | T |
Which may be ours another day | T |
And therefore let's be merry | B |
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The client now his suit forbears | S |
The prisoner's heart is eased | A |
The debtor drinks away his cares | S |
And for the time is pleased | A |
Though others' purses be more fat | A |
Why should we pine or grieve at that | A |
Hang sorrow care will kill a cat | A |
And therefore let's be merry | B |
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Hark how the wags abroad do call | U |
Each other forth to rambling | E |
Anon you'll see them in the hall | U |
For nuts and apples scrambling | E |
Hark how the roofs with laughters sound | A |
Anon they'll think the house goes round | A |
For they the cellar's depth have found | A |
And there they will be merry | B |
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The wenches with their wassail bowls | S |
About the streets are singing | E |
The boys are come to catch the owls | S |
The wild mare in is bringing | E |
Our kitchen boy hath broke his box | S |
And to the dealing of the ox | S |
Our honest neighbors come by flocks | S |
And here they will be merry | B |
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Now kings and queens poor sheepcotes have | V |
And mate with everybody | B |
The honest now may play the knave | W |
And wise men play at noddy | B |
Some youths will now a mumming go | X |
Some others play at rowlandhoe | Y |
And twenty other gameboys moe | X |
Because they will be merry | B |
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Then wherefore in these merry days | S |
Should we I pray be duller | H |
No let us sing some roundelays | S |
To make our mirth the fuller | H |
And whilst thus inspir'd we sing | E |
Let all the streets with echoes ring | E |
Woods and hills and everything | E |
Bear witness we are merry | B |
George Wither
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