Jack Frenchman's Lamentation[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B CCDEED FGHIIH JJKHHK LLMNNM OOPQRP SSNLLN TUVDDV HHIBBI WWMXXM YYZA2A2Z B2B2IC2C2K D2D2NE2F2N OOG2EEH2

AN EXCELLENT NEW SONGA
-
To the Tune of I tell thee Dick where I have beenB
-
-
Ye Commons and PeersC
Pray lend me your earsC
I'll sing you a song if I canD
How Lewis le GrandE
Was put to a standE
By the arms of our gracious Queen AnneD
-
How his army so greatF
Had a total defeatG
And close by the river DenderH
Where his grandchildren twainI
For fear of being slainI
Gallop'd off with the Popish PretenderH
-
To a steeple on highJ
The battle to spyJ
Up mounted these clever young menK
But when from the spireH
They saw so much fireH
Most cleverly came down againK
-
Then on horseback they gotL
All on the same spotL
By advice of their cousin VendosmeM
O Lord cried out heN
Unto young BurgundyN
Would your brother and you were at homeM
-
While this he did sayO
Without more delayO
Away the young gentry fledP
Whose heels for that workQ
Were much lighter than corkR
Though their hearts were as heavy as leadP
-
Not so did behaveS
Young Hanover braveS
In this bloody field I assure yeN
When his war horse was shotL
He valued it notL
But fought it on foot like a furyN
-
Full firmly he stoodT
As became his high bloodU
Which runs in his veins so blueV
For this gallant young manD
Being a kin to QUEEN ANNED
Did as were she a man she would doV
-
What a racket was hereH
I think 'twas last yearH
For a little misfortune in SpainI
For by letting 'em winB
We have drawn the puts inB
To lose all they're worth this campaignI
-
Though Bruges and GhentW
To Monsieur we lentW
With interest they shall repay 'emM
While Paris may singX
With her sorrowful kingX
Nunc dimittis instead of Te DeumM
-
From this dream of successY
They'll awaken we guessY
At the sound of great Marlborough's drumsZ
They may think if they willA2
Of Ahnanza stillA2
But 'tis Blenheim wherever he comesZ
-
O Lewis perplex'dB2
What general nextB2
Thou hast hitherto changed in vainI
He has beat 'em all roundC2
If no new one's foundC2
He shall beat 'em over againK
-
We'll let Tallard outD2
If he'll take t'other boutD2
And much he's improved let me tell yeN
With Nottingham aleE2
At every mealF2
And good beef and pudding in bellyN
-
But as losers at playO
Their dice throw awayO
While the winners do still win onG2
Let who will commandE
Thou hadst better disbandE
For old Bully thy doctors are goneH2

Jonathan Swift



Rate:
(1)



Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme

Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation


Write your comment about Jack Frenchman's Lamentation[1] poem by Jonathan Swift


 

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 0 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Popular Poets