Part Second Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDCEF GHGHIH JBBGKL MNONJNNN GNP NQN BRBSNR BTUTVT BGWLDN XBYBNB ZA2B2A2 BA2 GC2A2C2NC2D2C2 E2F2G2F2H2F2 I2J2GJ2GJ2 RK2NK2K2K2 TK2G K2BGK2BK2K2K2K2 K2L2D2L2NL2 M2K2BK2K2K2NK2K2K2 N2L2NL2O2L2 NP2Q2 R2K2P2 K2K2GK2BK2K2K2GK2GGG K2 Q2NK2NS2N T2C2K2C2K2C2 GK2SK2U2 K2 RV2GV2NV2 WW2NX2NW2 HK2WK2GK2GK2 NY2LY2K2Y2 NZ2K2R2 GZ2A | |
Fast flew the hours We may not tell | B |
Of William's weary quest | C |
How round the outskirts of the town | D |
He roamed like one possessed | C |
Nor with what guileful arts he plied | E |
The foreign interest | F |
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Enough that at the appointed hour | G |
With backers at his back | H |
He faced the noble Bossaroo | G |
Still hypochondriac | H |
And introduced his witnesses | I |
A yellow and a black | H |
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A placid eyed Mongolian | J |
From sandy Pechelee | B |
Who'd stimulate an inch of soil | B |
To do the work of three | G |
Or make a metamorphic rock | K |
Sprout into cabbagee | L |
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A big buck nigger next who once | M |
Bowed down to stocks and stones | N |
For years digested captives formed | O |
The tissue of his bones | N |
But now he is an Anglican | J |
Who a live Bissop owns | N |
Besides a gorgeous suit of slops | N |
And the proud name of Jones | N |
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Slow rose the lordly Bossaroo | G |
And bade unveil their eyes | N |
And when those aliens gazed around | P |
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On all that dread assize | N |
They howled in unison and made | Q |
Night hideous with their cries | N |
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For Bill had lured them lyingly | B |
But why should we explain | R |
The whole thing was exceptional | B |
And can't occur again | S |
Besides to poke at mysteries | N |
Is wanton and profane | R |
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With single will they turned on Bill | B |
And blazed his evil name | T |
With double tongue their charge they flung | U |
And swore unto the same | T |
With treble spite did both unite | V |
To spoil his little game | T |
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Me see him catchee kangaloo | B |
Deponed on oath Ah Chee | G |
Me see him hi hst soolem dog | W |
No mind my cabbagee | L |
Me lose hap clown him knockee down | D |
Ten twenty lettucee | N |
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Massoopy Bill him wicked boy | X |
Deponed the South Sea swell | B |
Two moon come Bissop preach in church | Y |
Him loaf outside an' yell | B |
Me run him run me catch him say | N |
Tree scalp if you no tell | B |
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So when the learn d clerk had both | Z |
Their depositions read | A2 |
The judge drew forth his judgment cap | B2 |
And put it on his head | A2 |
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And sentenced poor Marsupial Bill | B |
To hang till he was dead | A2 |
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But since so spake the Bossaroo | G |
From evidence we know | C2 |
That many a scalped and gory head | A2 |
This night through him lies low | C2 |
We'll scalp him first and all the house | N |
Nem con cried Be it so | C2 |
And as a sign and seal of doom | D2 |
Turned down the right thumb toe | C2 |
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With his own knife the Boss resumed | E2 |
Ah Chee shall do the deed | F2 |
The gods poetic justice love | G2 |
And make the assassin bleed | F2 |
By his own proper instrument | H2 |
Mongolian proceed | F2 |
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What followed next who gave the word | I2 |
For mate to link with mate | J2 |
Nor Bill nor Jones nor yet Ah Chee | G |
Can very clearly state | J2 |
But that 'twas a corroboree | G |
All three corroborate | J2 |
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In vain poor William prayed in vain | R |
His suppliant knees he bowed | K2 |
And by a pile of sacred names | N |
For mercy cried aloud | K2 |
The point was at his occiput | K2 |
When lo from out the crowd | K2 |
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Stepped forth a rare and radiant dame | T |
The Boss's pride and stay | K2 |
The dam of Boss rovitch | G |
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Still young though somewhat gray | K2 |
An elegant marsupial | B |
Well mannered bien n e | G |
Stepped forth before them and remarked | K2 |
Seductively Belay | B |
Then kneeling by the judgment seat | K2 |
Thus sweetly said her say | K2 |
Most Noble Grand have you forgot | K2 |
That this is Christmas Day | K2 |
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Beseech you bid that heathen hand | K2 |
Withhold the bloody knife | L2 |
Recall your fearful words of doom | D2 |
Nay turn not from your wife | L2 |
But give me as a Christmas Box | N |
The little captive's life | L2 |
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Then quickly from his granite throne | M2 |
Down leaped the Noble Grand | K2 |
And kneeling kissed right courteously | B |
His royal lady's hand | K2 |
Then as he raised her up pronounced | K2 |
The joyful countermand | K2 |
Whereat the rest turned up their toes | N |
That Bill might understand | K2 |
The Congress willed his days should yet | K2 |
Be long upon the land | K2 |
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Then raged the revelry anew | N2 |
With sound of drum and fife | L2 |
The Boss himself forgot his woes | N |
And danced as if for life | L2 |
While the old clerk forgot himself | O2 |
And kissed the Boss's wife | L2 |
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And when there fell a weariness | N |
On all the panting throng | P2 |
And Bossaroo and ancient clerk | Q2 |
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Alike had nigh gone bong | R2 |
Amid a jaded pause was heard | K2 |
A call for Joey's Song | P2 |
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And presently a little head | K2 |
As from a little nest | K2 |
Peeped o'er a snug maternal pouch | G |
And sang its little best | K2 |
The song is very rare and full | B |
Of antique interest | K2 |
What does little Joey say | K2 |
In his pouch at peep of day | K2 |
Let me hop says little Joey | G |
Mother let me hop away | K2 |
Joey rest a little longer | G |
Till the little legs are stronger | G |
So he rests a little longer | G |
Then he gaily hops away | K2 |
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He ceased the pre diluvian clerk | Q2 |
Rose on his quivering shanks | N |
And with a well turned compliment | K2 |
Proposed a vote of thanks | N |
Just then a breathless picket broke | S2 |
All gory through the ranks | N |
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But ere his trembling tongue had time | T2 |
To tell his tale of woe | C2 |
And why thus grimly he disturbed | K2 |
The happy status quo | C2 |
With giant bound Bill's faithful hound | K2 |
Leaped madly on the foe | C2 |
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Ah then and there was sudden scare | G |
The swiftest took the lead | K2 |
Ah there and then but oh the pen | S |
Is impotent indeed | K2 |
Oh would I had an artist man | U2 |
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To show the Great Stampede | K2 |
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What next befell may somewhat strain | R |
The limits of belief | V2 |
But where so many marvels are | G |
Why boggle at the chief | V2 |
'Twere shame if lack of faith should cause | N |
Our moral come to grief | V2 |
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From all the flying ruck the dog | W |
Had singled out the Queen | W2 |
Another instant and the Boss | N |
A widower had been | X2 |
When that's a pithy saw that bids | N |
Expect the unforeseen | W2 |
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BILL CALLED HIM OFF The dog drew back | H |
And on a boulder leant | K2 |
'Twas months ago and still that dog | W |
Is pondering the event | K2 |
And even to this very hour | G |
Can't fathom what it meant | K2 |
It was a thing so utterly | G |
Without a precedent | K2 |
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But Bill the Chinaman and Jones | N |
The Queen and you and I | Y2 |
We know the secret of the change | L |
We know the reason why | Y2 |
And may I be allowed to add | K2 |
The moral hangs thereby | Y2 |
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But since nor boy nor man receives | N |
Advice without a pang | Z2 |
And this narrator's muse has failed | K2 |
To catch the proper twang | R2 |
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The moral hanging plainly there | G |
Suppose we let it hang | Z2 |
James Brunton Stephens
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