The Old Superb Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFGF DHDIJKJK EFGF LMLMNONO EFGF| The wind was rising easterly the morning sky was blue | A |
| The Straits before us opened wide and free | B |
| We looked towards the Admiral where high the Peter flew | A |
| And all our hearts were dancing like the sea | B |
| The French are gone to Martinique with four and twenty sail | C |
| The Old Superb is old and foul and slow | D |
| But the French are gone to Martinique and Nelson's on the trail | C |
| And where he goes the Old Superb must go | D |
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| So Westward ho for Trinidad and Eastward ho for Spain | E |
| And Ship ahoy a hundred times a day | F |
| Round the world if need be and round the world again | G |
| With a lame duck lagging all the way | F |
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| The Old Superb was barnacled and green as grass below | D |
| Her sticks were only fit for stirring grog | H |
| The pride of all her midshipmen was silent long ago | D |
| And long ago they ceased to heave the log | I |
| Four year out from home she was and ne'er a week in port | J |
| And nothing save the guns aboard her bright | K |
| But Captain Keats he knew the game and swore to share the sport | J |
| For he never yet came in too late to fight | K |
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| So Westward ho for Trinidad and Eastward ho for Spain | E |
| And Ship ahoy a hundred times a day | F |
| Round the world if need be and round the world again | G |
| With a lame duck lagging all the way | F |
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| Now up my lads the Captain cried for sure the case were hard | L |
| If longest out were first to fall behind | M |
| Aloft aloft with studding sails and lash them on the yard | L |
| For night and day the Trades are driving blind | M |
| So all day long and all day long behind the fleet we crept | N |
| And how we fretted none but Nelson guessed | O |
| But every night the Old Superb she sailed when others slept | N |
| Till we ran the French to earth with all the rest | O |
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| Oh 'twas Westward ho for Trinidad and Eastward ho for Spain | E |
| And Ship ahoy a hundred times a day | F |
| Round the world if need be and round the world again | G |
| With a lame duck lagging all the way | F |
Henry Newbolt
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