The Yarn Of The Loch Achray Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AAAAAABC AAAABC CCCCDDEEFFBC GGFFHHBC AAIIIBC BBJKLLBC BMLMNNBC OOLLPPEBC QRMMSSS SLLLBC

The Loch Achray was a clipper tallA
With seven and twenty hands in allA
Twenty to hand and reef and haulA
A skipper to sail and mates to bawlA
Tally on to the tackle fallA
Heave now 'n' start her heave 'n' pawlA
Hear the yarn of a sailorB
An old yarn learned at seaC
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Her crew were shipped and they said FarewellA
So long my Tottie my lovely gellA
We sail to day if we fetch to hellA
It's time we tackled the wheel a spellA
Hear the yarn of a sailorB
An old yarn learned at seaC
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The dockside loafers talked on the quayC
The day that she towed down to seaC
Lord what a handsome ship she beC
Cheer her sonny boys three times threeC
And the dockside loafers gave her a shoutD
As the red funnelled tug boat towed her outD
They gave her a cheer as the custom isE
And the crew yelled Take our loves to LizE
Three cheers bullies for old Pier HeadF
'N' the bloody stay at homes they saidF
Hear the yarn of a sailorB
An old yarn learned at seaC
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In the grey of the coming on of nightG
She dropped the tug at the Tuskar LightG
'N' the topsails went to the topmast headF
To a chorus that fairly awoke the deadF
She trimmed her yards and slanted SouthH
With her royals set and a bone in her mouthH
Hear the yarn of a sailorB
An old yarn learned at seaC
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She crossed the Line and all went wellA
They ate they slept and they struck the bellA
And I give you the gospel truth when I stateI
The crowd didn't find any fault with the MateI
But one night off the River PlateI
Hear the yarn of a sailorB
An old yarn learned at seaC
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It freshened up till it blew like thunderB
And burrowed her deep lee scuppers underB
The old man said I mean to hang onJ
Till her canvas busts or her sticks are goneK
Which the blushing looney did till at lastL
Overboard went her mizzen mastL
Hear the yarn of a sailorB
An old yarn learned at seaC
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Then a fierce squall struck the Loch AchrayB
And bowed her down to her water wayM
Her main shrouds gave and her forestayL
And a green sea carried her wheel awayM
Ere the watch below had time to dressN
She was cluttered up in a blushing messN
Hear the yarn of a sailorB
An old yarn learned at seaC
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She couldn't lay to nor yet pay offO
And she got swept clean in the bloody troughO
Her masts were gone and afore you knowedL
She filled by the head and down she goedL
Her crew made seven and twenty dishesP
For the big jack sharks and the little fishesP
And over their bones the water swishesE
Hear the yarn of a sailorB
An old yarn learned at seaC
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The wives and girls they watch in the rainQ
For a ship as won't come home againR
I reckon it's them head winds they sayM
She'll be home to morrow if not to dayM
I'll just nip home 'n' I'll air the sheetsS
'N' buy the fixins 'n' cook the meatsS
As my man likes 'n' my man eatsS
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So home they goes by the windy streetsS
Thinking their men are homeward boundL
With anchors hungry for English groundL
And the bloody fun of it is they're drownedL
Hear the yarn of a sailorB
An old yarn learned at seaC

John Masefield



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