My Boating Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCBDBD EFEF A GHGHIJIJ EFEF A EKEKLMLM EFEF N OPOPBQBQ EFEF O ORORBSBS EFEF| I | A |
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| Oh this earth is a mineful of treasure | B |
| A goblet that's full to the brim | C |
| And each man may take for his pleasure | B |
| The thing that's most pleasant to him | C |
| Then let all who are birds of my feather | B |
| Throw heart and soul into my song | D |
| Mark the time pick it up all together | B |
| And merrily row it along | D |
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| Hurrah boys or losing or winning | E |
| Feel your stretchers and make the blades bend | F |
| Hard on to it catch the beginning | E |
| And pull it clean through to the end | F |
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| II | A |
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| I'll admit 'tis delicious to plunge in | G |
| Clear pools with their shadows at rest | H |
| 'Tis nimble to parry or lunge in | G |
| Your foil at the enemy's chest | H |
| 'Tis rapture to take a man's wicket | I |
| Or lash round to leg for a four | J |
| But somehow the glories of cricket | I |
| Depend on the state of the score | J |
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| But in boating or losing or winning | E |
| Though victory may not attend | F |
| Oh 'tis jolly to catch the beginning | E |
| And pull it clean through to the end | F |
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| III | A |
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| 'Tis brave over hill and dale sweeping | E |
| To be in at the death of the fox | K |
| Or to whip where the salmon are leaping | E |
| The river that roars o'er the rocks | K |
| 'Tis prime to bring down the cock pheasant | L |
| And yachting is certainly great | M |
| But beyond all expression 'tis pleasant | L |
| To row in a rattling good eight | M |
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| Then hurrah boys or losing or winning | E |
| What matter what labour we spend | F |
| Hard on to it catch the beginning | E |
| And pull it clean through to the end | F |
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| IV | N |
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| Shove her off Half a stroke Now get ready | O |
| Five seconds Four three two one gun | P |
| Well started Well rowed Keep her steady | O |
| You'll want all your wind e'er you've done | P |
| Now you're straight Let the pace become swifter | B |
| Roll the wash to the left and the right | Q |
| Pick it up all together and lift her | B |
| As though she would bound out of sight | Q |
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| Hurrah Hall Hall now you're winning | E |
| Feel your stretchers and make the blades bend | F |
| Hard on to it catch the beginning | E |
| And pull it clean through to the end | F |
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| V | O |
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| Bump Bump O ye gods how I pity | O |
| The ears those sweet sounds never heard | R |
| More tuneful than loveliest ditty | O |
| E'er poured from the throat of a bird | R |
| There's a prize for each honest endeavour | B |
| But none for the man who's a shirk | S |
| And the pluck that we've showed on the river | B |
| Shall tell in the rest of our work | S |
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| At the last whether losing or winning | E |
| This thought with all memories blend | F |
| We forgot not to catch the beginning | E |
| And we pulled it clean through to the end | F |
Horace Smith
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