An Excellent New Song[1] Upon The Late Grand Jury Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAB CCCB DEFB CCCB GGGB HHHB FFFB CCCB IIIB FFFB| Poor Monsieur his conscience preserved for a year | A |
| Yet in one hour he lost it 'tis known far and near | A |
| To whom did he lose it A judge or a peer | A |
| Which nobody can deny | B |
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| This very same conscience was sold in a closet | C |
| Nor for a baked loaf or a loaf in a losset | C |
| But a sweet sugar plum which you put in a posset | C |
| Which nobody can deny | B |
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| O Monsieur to sell it for nothing was nonsense | D |
| For if you would sell it it should have been long since | E |
| But now you have lost both your cake and your conscience | F |
| Which nobody can deny | B |
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| So Nell of the Dairy before she was wed | C |
| Refused ten good guineas for her maidenhead | C |
| Yet gave it for nothing to smooth spoken Ned | C |
| Which nobody can deny | B |
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| But Monsieur no vonder dat you vere collogue | G |
| Since selling de contre be now all de vogue | G |
| You be but von fool after seventeen rogue | G |
| Which nobody can deny | B |
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| Some sell it for profit 'tis very well known | H |
| And some but for sitting in sight of the throne | H |
| And other some sell what is none of their own | H |
| Which nobody can deny | B |
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| But Philpot and Corker and Burrus and Hayze | F |
| And Rayner and Nicholson challenge our praise | F |
| With six other worthies as glorious as these | F |
| Which nobody can deny | B |
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| There's Donevan Hart and Archer and Blood | C |
| And Gibson and Gerard all true men and good | C |
| All lovers of Ireland and haters of Wood | C |
| Which nobody can deny | B |
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| But the slaves that would sell us shall hear on't in time | I |
| Their names shall be branded in prose and in rhyme | I |
| We'll paint 'em in colours as black as their crime | I |
| Which nobody can deny | B |
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| But P r and copper L h we'll excuse | F |
| The commands of your betters you dare not refuse | F |
| Obey was the word when you wore wooden shoes | F |
| Which nobody can deny | B |
Jonathan Swift
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