Part Second Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Fast flew the hours We may not tellB
Of William's weary questC
How round the outskirts of the townD
He roamed like one possessedC
Nor with what guileful arts he pliedE
The foreign interestF
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Enough that at the appointed hourG
With backers at his backH
He faced the noble BossarooG
Still hypochondriacH
And introduced his witnessesI
A yellow and a blackH
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A placid eyed MongolianJ
From sandy PecheleeB
Who'd stimulate an inch of soilB
To do the work of threeG
Or make a metamorphic rockK
Sprout into cabbageeL
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A big buck nigger next who onceM
Bowed down to stocks and stonesN
For years digested captives formedO
The tissue of his bonesN
But now he is an AnglicanJ
Who a live Bissop ownsN
Besides a gorgeous suit of slopsN
And the proud name of JonesN
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Slow rose the lordly BossarooG
And bade unveil their eyesN
And when those aliens gazed aroundP
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On all that dread assizeN
They howled in unison and madeQ
Night hideous with their criesN
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For Bill had lured them lyinglyB
But why should we explainR
The whole thing was exceptionalB
And can't occur againS
Besides to poke at mysteriesN
Is wanton and profaneR
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With single will they turned on BillB
And blazed his evil nameT
With double tongue their charge they flungU
And swore unto the sameT
With treble spite did both uniteV
To spoil his little gameT
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Me see him catchee kangalooB
Deponed on oath Ah CheeG
Me see him hi hst soolem dogW
No mind my cabbageeL
Me lose hap clown him knockee downD
Ten twenty lettuceeN
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Massoopy Bill him wicked boyX
Deponed the South Sea swellB
Two moon come Bissop preach in churchY
Him loaf outside an' yellB
Me run him run me catch him sayN
Tree scalp if you no tellB
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So when the learn d clerk had bothZ
Their depositions readA2
The judge drew forth his judgment capB2
And put it on his headA2
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And sentenced poor Marsupial BillB
To hang till he was deadA2
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But since so spake the BossarooG
From evidence we knowC2
That many a scalped and gory headA2
This night through him lies lowC2
We'll scalp him first and all the houseN
Nem con cried Be it soC2
And as a sign and seal of doomD2
Turned down the right thumb toeC2
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With his own knife the Boss resumedE2
Ah Chee shall do the deedF2
The gods poetic justice loveG2
And make the assassin bleedF2
By his own proper instrumentH2
Mongolian proceedF2
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What followed next who gave the wordI2
For mate to link with mateJ2
Nor Bill nor Jones nor yet Ah CheeG
Can very clearly stateJ2
But that 'twas a corroboreeG
All three corroborateJ2
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In vain poor William prayed in vainR
His suppliant knees he bowedK2
And by a pile of sacred namesN
For mercy cried aloudK2
The point was at his occiputK2
When lo from out the crowdK2
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Stepped forth a rare and radiant dameT
The Boss's pride and stayK2
The dam of Boss rovitchG
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Still young though somewhat grayK2
An elegant marsupialB
Well mannered bien n eG
Stepped forth before them and remarkedK2
Seductively BelayB
Then kneeling by the judgment seatK2
Thus sweetly said her sayK2
Most Noble Grand have you forgotK2
That this is Christmas DayK2
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Beseech you bid that heathen handK2
Withhold the bloody knifeL2
Recall your fearful words of doomD2
Nay turn not from your wifeL2
But give me as a Christmas BoxN
The little captive's lifeL2
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Then quickly from his granite throneM2
Down leaped the Noble GrandK2
And kneeling kissed right courteouslyB
His royal lady's handK2
Then as he raised her up pronouncedK2
The joyful countermandK2
Whereat the rest turned up their toesN
That Bill might understandK2
The Congress willed his days should yetK2
Be long upon the landK2
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Then raged the revelry anewN2
With sound of drum and fifeL2
The Boss himself forgot his woesN
And danced as if for lifeL2
While the old clerk forgot himselfO2
And kissed the Boss's wifeL2
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And when there fell a wearinessN
On all the panting throngP2
And Bossaroo and ancient clerkQ2
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Alike had nigh gone bongR2
Amid a jaded pause was heardK2
A call for Joey's SongP2
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And presently a little headK2
As from a little nestK2
Peeped o'er a snug maternal pouchG
And sang its little bestK2
The song is very rare and fullB
Of antique interestK2
What does little Joey sayK2
In his pouch at peep of dayK2
Let me hop says little JoeyG
Mother let me hop awayK2
Joey rest a little longerG
Till the little legs are strongerG
So he rests a little longerG
Then he gaily hops awayK2
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He ceased the pre diluvian clerkQ2
Rose on his quivering shanksN
And with a well turned complimentK2
Proposed a vote of thanksN
Just then a breathless picket brokeS2
All gory through the ranksN
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But ere his trembling tongue had timeT2
To tell his tale of woeC2
And why thus grimly he disturbedK2
The happy status quoC2
With giant bound Bill's faithful houndK2
Leaped madly on the foeC2
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Ah then and there was sudden scareG
The swiftest took the leadK2
Ah there and then but oh the penS
Is impotent indeedK2
Oh would I had an artist manU2
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To show the Great StampedeK2
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What next befell may somewhat strainR
The limits of beliefV2
But where so many marvels areG
Why boggle at the chiefV2
'Twere shame if lack of faith should causeN
Our moral come to griefV2
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From all the flying ruck the dogW
Had singled out the QueenW2
Another instant and the BossN
A widower had beenX2
When that's a pithy saw that bidsN
Expect the unforeseenW2
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BILL CALLED HIM OFF The dog drew backH
And on a boulder leantK2
'Twas months ago and still that dogW
Is pondering the eventK2
And even to this very hourG
Can't fathom what it meantK2
It was a thing so utterlyG
Without a precedentK2
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But Bill the Chinaman and JonesN
The Queen and you and IY2
We know the secret of the changeL
We know the reason whyY2
And may I be allowed to addK2
The moral hangs therebyY2
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But since nor boy nor man receivesN
Advice without a pangZ2
And this narrator's muse has failedK2
To catch the proper twangR2
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The moral hanging plainly thereG
Suppose we let it hangZ2

James Brunton Stephens



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