A New Song On Wood's Halfpence Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAB CCDA EEEA FFFA GGGA HIHA JJJA KKKA LLLA MMMA NNNA OOOA PPPA QQAA RRRA SSSA NNNA NNNA TTUA NNNA VVWBYe people of Ireland both country and city | A |
Come listen with patience and hear out my ditty | A |
At this time I'll choose to be wiser than witty | A |
Which nobody can deny | B |
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The halfpence are coming the nation's undoing | C |
There's an end of your ploughing and baking and brewing | C |
In short you must all go to wreck and to ruin | D |
Which c | A |
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Both high men and low men and thick men and tall men | E |
And rich men and poor men and free men and thrall men | E |
Will suffer and this man and that man and all men | E |
Which c | A |
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The soldier is ruin'd poor man by his pay | F |
His fivepence will prove but a farthing a day | F |
For meat or for drink or he must run away | F |
Which c | A |
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When he pulls out his twopence the tapster says not | G |
That ten times as much he must pay for his shot | G |
And thus the poor soldier must soon go to pot | G |
Which c | A |
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If he goes to the baker the baker will huff | H |
And twentypence have for a twopenny loaf | I |
Then dog rogue and rascal and so kick and cuff | H |
Which c | A |
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Again to the market whenever he goes | J |
The butcher and soldier must be mortal foes | J |
One cuts off an ear and the other a nose | J |
Which c | A |
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The butcher is stout and he values no swagger | K |
A cleaver's a match any time for a dagger | K |
And a blue sleeve may give such a cuff as may stagger | K |
Which c | A |
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The beggars themselves will be broke in a trice | L |
When thus their poor farthings are sunk in their price | L |
When nothing is left they must live on their lice | L |
Which c | A |
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The squire who has got him twelve thousand a year | M |
O Lord what a mountain his rents would appear | M |
Should he take them he would not have house room I fear | M |
Which c | A |
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Though at present he lives in a very large house | N |
There would then not be room in it left for a mouse | N |
But the squire is too wise he will not take a souse | N |
Which c | A |
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The farmer who comes with his rent in this cash | O |
For taking these counters and being so rash | O |
Will be kick'd out of doors both himself and his trash | O |
Which c | A |
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For in all the leases that ever we hold | P |
We must pay our rent in good silver and gold | P |
And not in brass tokens of such a base mould | P |
Which c | A |
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The wisest of lawyers all swear they will warrant | Q |
No money but silver and gold can be current | Q |
And since they will swear it we all may be sure on't | A |
Which c | A |
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And I think after all it would be very strange | R |
To give current money for base in exchange | R |
Like a fine lady swapping her moles for the mange | R |
Which c | A |
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But read the king's patent and there you will find | S |
That no man need take them but who has a mind | S |
For which we must say that his Majesty's kind | S |
Which c | A |
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Now God bless the Drapier who open'd our eyes | N |
I'm sure by his book that the writer is wise | N |
He shows us the cheat from the end to the rise | N |
Which c | A |
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Nay farther he shows it a very hard case | N |
That this fellow Wood of a very bad race | N |
Should of all the fine gentry of Ireland take place | N |
Which c | A |
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That he and his halfpence should come to weigh down | T |
Our subjects so loyal and true to the crown | T |
But I hope after all that they will be his own | U |
Which c | A |
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This book I do tell you is writ for your goods | N |
And a very good book 'tis against Mr Wood's | N |
If you stand true together he's left in the suds | N |
Which c | A |
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Ye shopmen and tradesmen and farmers go read it | V |
For I think in my soul at this time that you need it | V |
Or egad if you don't there's an end of your credit | W |
Which nobody can deny | B |
Jonathan Swift
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