When The Duke Of Clarence Died Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDD EEFFDD AAGGDD GGHH IIJJDD KKLLDD DD| Let us sing in tear choked numbers how the Duke of Clarence went | A |
| Just to make a royal sorrow rather more pre eminent | B |
| Ladies sighed and sobbed and drivelled toadies spoke with bated breath | C |
| And the banners floating half mast made a mockery of death | C |
| And they said Australia sorrowed for the Prince s death they lied | D |
| She had done with kings and princes ere the Duke of Clarence died | D |
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| What s a death in lofty places What s a noble birth say I | E |
| To the poor who die in hundreds as a man should never die | E |
| Can they shed a tear or sorrow for a royal dunce s fate | F |
| No for royalty has taught them how to sing the songs of hate | F |
| O er the sounds of grief in Europe and the lands across the tide | D |
| Rose the growl of revolution when the Duke of Clarence died | D |
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| We it matters not how lonely our o er burdened lives are spent | A |
| Claim in common with a Clarence straight from Adam our descent | A |
| Even the man they call a bastard has a lineage to himself | G |
| Though he traces not his fathers through the sordid line of Guelph | G |
| And perhaps in some foul garret in his misery and pride | D |
| One of Nature s Kings was dying when the Duke of Clarence died | D |
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| Ah the workgirl s bloodless fingers in the plundered human hive | G |
| Sew the banners of rebellion while the kings and princes thrive | G |
| In the cold of northern winter in the south in dust and heat | H |
| Weary workmen preach sedition at the corners of the street | H |
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| They pre eminent in sorrow tis pre eminence in cheek | I |
| We shall hear what care and pain is when the slums begin to speak | I |
| Hundreds starved to pay the shadow of a crown upon his head | J |
| Yellow gold at last impotent fought with death beside his bed | J |
| And perhaps a Prince of Nature sat despairing by the side | D |
| Of a noble mother STARVING when the Duke of Clarence died | D |
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| Ignoble living splendid dead behold the pomp of royal woe | K |
| Lo the funeral battle hero never yet was buried so | K |
| Who and what was he What has he done to benefit mankind | L |
| Has he nought to show Saint Peter save a royal race behind | L |
| Who is worthy Who is noble God shall gold alone decide | D |
| Better men like dogs were buried ere the Duke of Clarence died | D |
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| Thrones of earth and earthly rulers soon shall all be swept aside | D |
| And twere better for his comfort that the Duke of Clarence died | D |
Henry Lawson
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