The Yarn Of The Loch Achray Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The Loch Achray was a clipper tall	A
With seven and twenty hands in all	A
Twenty to hand and reef and haul	A
A skipper to sail and mates to bawl	A
Tally on to the tackle fall	A
Heave now 'n' start her heave 'n' pawl	A
Hear the yarn of a sailor	B
An old yarn learned at sea	C
	-
Her crew were shipped and they said Farewell	A
So long my Tottie my lovely gell	A
We sail to day if we fetch to hell	A
It's time we tackled the wheel a spell	A
Hear the yarn of a sailor	B
An old yarn learned at sea	C
	-
The dockside loafers talked on the quay	C
The day that she towed down to sea	C
Lord what a handsome ship she be	C
Cheer her sonny boys three times three	C
And the dockside loafers gave her a shout	D
As the red funnelled tug boat towed her out	D
They gave her a cheer as the custom is	E
And the crew yelled Take our loves to Liz	E
Three cheers bullies for old Pier Head	F
'N' the bloody stay at homes they said	F
Hear the yarn of a sailor	B
An old yarn learned at sea	C
	-
In the grey of the coming on of night	G
She dropped the tug at the Tuskar Light	G
'N' the topsails went to the topmast head	F
To a chorus that fairly awoke the dead	F
She trimmed her yards and slanted South	H
With her royals set and a bone in her mouth	H
Hear the yarn of a sailor	B
An old yarn learned at sea	C
	-
She crossed the Line and all went well	A
They ate they slept and they struck the bell	A
And I give you the gospel truth when I state	I
The crowd didn't find any fault with the Mate	I
But one night off the River Plate	I
Hear the yarn of a sailor	B
An old yarn learned at sea	C
	-
It freshened up till it blew like thunder	B
And burrowed her deep lee scuppers under	B
The old man said I mean to hang on	J
Till her canvas busts or her sticks are gone	K
Which the blushing looney did till at last	L
Overboard went her mizzen mast	L
Hear the yarn of a sailor	B
An old yarn learned at sea	C
	-
Then a fierce squall struck the Loch Achray	B
And bowed her down to her water way	M
Her main shrouds gave and her forestay	L
And a green sea carried her wheel away	M
Ere the watch below had time to dress	N
She was cluttered up in a blushing mess	N
Hear the yarn of a sailor	B
An old yarn learned at sea	C
	-
She couldn't lay to nor yet pay off	O
And she got swept clean in the bloody trough	O
Her masts were gone and afore you knowed	L
She filled by the head and down she goed	L
Her crew made seven and twenty dishes	P
For the big jack sharks and the little fishes	P
And over their bones the water swishes	E
Hear the yarn of a sailor	B
An old yarn learned at sea	C
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The wives and girls they watch in the rain	Q
For a ship as won't come home again	R
I reckon it's them head winds they say	M
She'll be home to morrow if not to day	M
I'll just nip home 'n' I'll air the sheets	S
'N' buy the fixins 'n' cook the meats	S
As my man likes 'n' my man eats	S
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So home they goes by the windy streets	S
Thinking their men are homeward bound	L
With anchors hungry for English ground	L
And the bloody fun of it is they're drowned	L
Hear the yarn of a sailor	B
An old yarn learned at sea	C

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