An Excellent New Song, Upon The Declarations Of The Several Corporations Of The City Of Dublin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CBCBB DEDEB AAAAB FGFGB HAHAB IJIJB ACACB KLKLB MKNKB KOKOB PCPCB QKQKB LKRKB KOKOB KAKAB KKKKB STSTB| AGAINST WOOD'S HALFPENCE | A |
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| To the tune of London is a fine town c | B |
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| O Dublin is a fine town | C |
| And a gallant city | B |
| For Wood's trash is tumbled down | C |
| Come listen to my ditty | B |
| O Dublin is a fine town c | B |
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| In full assembly all did meet | D |
| Of every corporation | E |
| From every lane and every street | D |
| To save the sinking nation | E |
| O Dublin c | B |
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| The bankers would not let it pass | A |
| For to be Wood's tellers | A |
| Instead of gold to count his brass | A |
| And fill their small beer cellars | A |
| O Dublin c | B |
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| And next to them to take his coin | F |
| The Gild would not submit | G |
| They all did go and all did join | F |
| And so their names they writ | G |
| O Dublin c | B |
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| The brewers met within their hall | H |
| And spoke in lofty strains | A |
| These halfpence shall not pass at all | H |
| They want so many grains | A |
| O Dublin c | B |
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| The tailors came upon this pinch | I |
| And wish'd the dog in hell | J |
| Should we give this same Wood an inch | I |
| We know he'd take an ell | J |
| O Dublin c | B |
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| But now the noble clothiers | A |
| Of honour and renown | C |
| If they take Wood's halfpence | A |
| They will be all cast down | C |
| O Dublin c | B |
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| The shoemakers came on the next | K |
| And said they would much rather | L |
| Than be by Wood's copper vext | K |
| Take money stampt on leather | L |
| O Dublin c | B |
| - | |
| The chandlers next in order came | M |
| And what they said was right | K |
| They hoped the rogue that laid the scheme | N |
| Would soon be brought to light | K |
| O Dublin c | B |
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| And that if Wood were now withstood | K |
| To his eternal scandal | O |
| That twenty of these halfpence should | K |
| Not buy a farthing candle | O |
| O Dublin c | B |
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| The butchers then those men so brave | P |
| Spoke thus and with a frown | C |
| Should Wood that cunning scoundrel knave | P |
| Come here we'd knock him down | C |
| O Dublin c | B |
| - | |
| For any rogue that comes to truck | Q |
| And trick away our trade | K |
| Deserves not only to be stuck | Q |
| But also to be flay'd | K |
| O Dublin c | B |
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| The bakers in a ferment were | L |
| And wisely shook their head | K |
| Should these brass tokens once come here | R |
| We'd all have lost our bread | K |
| O Dublin c | B |
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| It set the very tinkers mad | K |
| The baseness of the metal | O |
| Because they said it was so bad | K |
| It would not mend a kettle | O |
| O Dublin c | B |
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| The carpenters and joiners stood | K |
| Confounded in a maze | A |
| They seem'd to be all in a wood | K |
| And so they went their ways | A |
| O Dublin c | B |
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| This coin how well could we employ it | K |
| In raising of a statue | K |
| To those brave men that would destroy it | K |
| And then old Wood have at you | K |
| O Dublin c | B |
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| God prosper long our tradesmen then | S |
| And so he will I hope | T |
| May they be still such honest men | S |
| When Wood has got a rope | T |
| O Dublin is a fine town c | B |
Jonathan Swift
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