The Fisherman Of Wexford Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEE BBFFGGEE HHI B JJ KKLL MMNN OOBB PP QRSSTT UUOOAAVV OOBBWWBBTHERE is an old tradition sacred held in Wexford town | A |
That says 'Upon St Martin's Eve no net shall be let down | A |
No fishermen of Wexford shall upon that holy day | B |
Set sail or cast a line within the scope of Wexford Bay ' | C |
The tongue that framed the order or the time no one could tell | D |
And no one ever questioned but the people kept it well | D |
And never in man's memory was fisher known to leave | E |
The little town of Wexford on the good St Martin's Eve | E |
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Alas alas for Wexford once upon that holy day | B |
Came a wondrous shoal of herring to the waters of the Bay | B |
The fishers and their families stood out upon the beach | F |
And all day watched with wistful eyes the wealth they might not reach | F |
Such shoal was never seen before and keen regrets went round | G |
Alas alas for Wexford Hark what is that grating sound | G |
The boats' keels on the shingle Mothers wives ye well may grieve | E |
The fishermen of Wexford mean to sail on Martin s Eve | E |
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'Oh stay ye ' cried the women wild 'Stay ' cried the men white haired | H |
'And dare ye not to do this thing your fathers never dared | H |
No man can thrive who tempts the Lord ' 'Away ' they cried 'the Lord | I |
Ne'er sent a shoal of fish but as a fisherman's reward ' | - |
And scoffingly they said 'To night our net shall sweep the Bay | B |
And take the Saint who guards it should he come across our way ' | - |
The keels have touched the water and the crews are in each boat | J |
And on St Martin's Eve the Wexford fishers are afloat | J |
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The moon is shining coldly on the sea and on the land | K |
On dark faces in the fishing fleet and pale ones on the strand | K |
As seaward go the daring boats and heavenward the cries | L |
Of kneeling wives and mothers with uplifted hands and eyes | L |
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' Oh Holy Virgin be their guard ' the weeping women cried | M |
The old men sad and silent watched the boats cleave through the tide | M |
As past the farthest headland past the lighthouse in a line | N |
The fishing fleet went seaward through the phosphor lighted brine | N |
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Oh pray ye wives and mothers All your prayers they sorely need | O |
To save them from the wrath they've roused by their rebellious greed | O |
Oh white haired men and little babes and weeping sweethearts pray | B |
To God to spare the fishermen to night in Wexford Bay | B |
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The boats have reached good offing and as out the nets are thrown | P |
The hearts ashore are chilled to hear the soughing sea wind's moan | P |
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Like to a human heart that loved and hoped for some return | Q |
To find at last but hatred so the sea wind seemed to mourn | R |
But ah the Wexford fishermen their nets did scarcely sink | S |
One inch below the foam when lo the daring boatmen shrink | S |
With sudden awe and whitened lips and glaring eyes agape | T |
For breast high threatening from the sea uprose a Human Shape | T |
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Beyond them in the moonlight hand upraised and awful mien | U |
Waving back and pointing landward breast high in the sea 'twas seen | U |
Thrice it waved and thrice it pointed then with clenched hand upraised | O |
The awful shape went down before the fishers as they gazed | O |
Gleaming whitely through the water fathoms deep they saw its frown | A |
They saw its white hand clenched above it sinking slowly down | A |
And then there was a rushing ' neath the boats and every soul | V |
Was thrilled with greed they knew it was the seaward going shoal | V |
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Defying the dread warning every face was sternly set | O |
And wildly did they ply the oar and wildly haul the net | O |
But two boats' crews obeyed the sign God fearing men were they | B |
They cut their lines and left their nets and homeward sped away | B |
But darkly rising sternward did God's wrath in tempest sweep | W |
And they of all the fishermen that night escaped the deep | W |
Oh wives and mothers sweethearts sires well might ye mourn next day | B |
For seventy fishers' corpses strewed the shores of Wexford Bay | B |
John Boyle O'reilly
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