The Song Of Ninian Melville Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCCD EEFFGGH IIJJKKA LLMMNNOO AAPPQQC CCNN RST UUNNVVNN WWXXYYFF| Sing the song of noisy Ninny hang the Muses spit it out | A |
| Tuneful Nine ye needn't help me poet knows his way about | A |
| Sling me here a penny whistle look alive and let me slip | B |
| Into Ninny like a father Ninny with the nimble lip | B |
| Mister Melville straight descendant from Professor Huxley's ape | C |
| Started life a mute for daddy pulling face sporting crape | C |
| But alas he didn't like it lots of work and little pay | C |
| Nature whispered 'you're a windbag play your cards another way ' | D |
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| Mister Melville picked the hint up pitched the coffin 'biz' to pot | E |
| Paid his bills or didn't pay them doesn't matter now a jot | E |
| Twigging how the bread was buttered he commenced a 'waiting game' | F |
| Pulled the strings upon the quiet no one 'tumbled' to his aim | F |
| Paine he purchased Strauss he borrowed read a page or two of each | G |
| Posed before his father's porkers made to them his maiden speech | G |
| Then he spluttered 'Ninny has it Nin will keep himself in clothes | H |
| Like the gutter Tully Bradlaugh leading noodles by the nose ' | - |
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| In the fly blown village pothouse where a dribbling bag of beer | I |
| Passes for a human being Nin commenced his new career | I |
| Talked about the 'Christian swindle' cut the Bible into bits | J |
| Shook his fist at Mark and Matthew gave the twelve Apostles fits | J |
| Slipped into the priests and parsons hanunered at the British Court | K |
| Boozy boobies were astonished lubbers of the Lambton sort | K |
| Yards of ear were cocked to listen yards of mouth began to shout | A |
| 'Here's a cove as is long headed Ninny knows his way about ' | - |
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| Mister MelviRe was delighted game in hand was paying well | L |
| Fools and coin don't hang together Nin became a howling swell | L |
| Took to 'stumping' on the Racecourse cut the old debating club | M |
| Wouldn't do for mighty Ninny now to mount a local tub | M |
| Thornton's Column was his platform here our orator began | N |
| Hitting at the yellow heathen cracking up the 'working man' | N |
| Spitting out at Immigration roaring like a worried bull | O |
| At the lucre made from tallow at the profit raised on wool | O |
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| Said our Ninny to our Ninny 'I have not the slightest doubt | A |
| Soaping down the ''orny 'anded' is the safest 'bizness' out | A |
| Little work for spanking wages this is just the thing they like | P |
| So I'll prop the eight hour swindle be the boss in every strike | P |
| In the end I'll pull a pot off what I'm at is bound to take | Q |
| Ninny sees a bit before him Ninny's eyes are wide awake | Q |
| When the boobies make me member Parkes of course will offer tip | C |
| I will take the first fat billet then my frouzy friends may rip ' | - |
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| So it came to pass that Melville Mister Melville I should say | C |
| Dodged about with deputations half a dozen times a day | C |
| Started strikes and bossed the strikers damned employers every one | N |
| On the Column off the Column in the shanty in the sun | N |
| 'Down with masters up with wages keep the 'pigtail' out of this ' | - |
| This is what our Ninny shouted game you see of hit or miss | R |
| World of course is full of noodles some who bray at Wallsend sent | S |
| Thing we know to be a windbag bouncing into Parliament | T |
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| Common story this of Ninny many fellows of his breed | U |
| Prowl about to bone the guinea up to dirty tricks indeed | U |
| Haven't now the time to tan them but by Jove I'd like to tan | N |
| Back of that immense imposter that they call the 'working man' | N |
| Drag upon our just employees sponger on a worn out wife | V |
| Boozing in alley pothouse every evening of his life | V |
| Type he is of Nin's supporters tot him up and tot him down | N |
| He would back old Nick to morrow for the sake of half a crown | N |
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| House with high august traditions Chamber where the voice of Lowe | W |
| And the lordly words of Wentworth sounded thirty years ago | W |
| Hall familiar to our fathers where in days exalted rang | X |
| All the tones of all the feeling which ennobled Bland and Lang | X |
| We in ashes we in sack cloth sorrow for the insult cast | Y |
| By a crowd of bitter boobies on the grandeur of the past | Y |
| Take again your penny whistle boy it is no good to me | F |
| Last invention is a bladder with the title of M P | F |
Henry Kendall
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