Jack Frenchman-s Lamentation Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCCB DEFGGF HHIFFI JJKLLK MMNOPN QQLJJL RSTBBT FFGUUG VVKWWK XXYZZY A2A2GB2B2I C2C2LD2E2L MMF2CCG2

Ye Commons and PeersA
Pray lend me your earsA
I'll sing you a song if I canB
How Lewis le GrandC
Was put to a standC
By the arms of our gracious Queen AnneB
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How his army so greatD
Had a total defeatE
And close by the river DenderF
Where his grandchildren twainG
For fear of being slainG
Gallop'd off with the Popish PretenderF
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To a steeple on highH
The battle to spyH
Up mounted these clever young menI
But when from the spireF
They saw so much fireF
Most cleverly came down againI
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Then on horseback they gotJ
All on the same spotJ
By advice of their cousin VendosmeK
O Lord cried out heL
Unto young BurgundyL
Would your brother and you were at homeK
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While this he did sayM
Without more delayM
Away the young gentry fledN
Whose heels for that workO
Were much lighter than corkP
Though their hearts were as heavy as leadN
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Not so did behaveQ
Young Hanover braveQ
In this bloody field I assure yeL
When his war horse was shotJ
He valued it notJ
But fought it on foot like a furyL
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Full firmly he stoodR
As became his high bloodS
Which runs in his veins so blueT
For this gallant young manB
Being a kin to QUEEN ANNEB
Did as were she a man she would doT
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What a racket was hereF
I think 'twas last yearF
For a little misfortune in SpainG
For by letting 'em winU
We have drawn the puts inU
To lose all they're worth this campaignG
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Though Bruges and GhentV
To Monsieur we lentV
With interest they shall repay 'emK
While Paris may singW
With her sorrowful kingW
Nunc dimittis instead of Te DeumK
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From this dream of successX
They'll awaken we guessX
At the sound of great Marlborough's drumsY
They may think if they willZ
Of Ahnanza stillZ
But 'tis Blenheim wherever he comesY
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O Lewis perplex'dA2
What general nextA2
Thou hast hitherto changed in vainG
He has beat 'em all roundB2
If no new one's foundB2
He shall beat 'em over againI
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We'll let Tallard outC2
If he'll take t'other boutC2
And much he's improved let me tell yeL
With Nottingham aleD2
At every mealE2
And good beef and pudding in bellyL
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But as losers at playM
Their dice throw awayM
While the winners do still win onF2
Let who will commandC
Thou hadst better disbandC
For old Bully thy doctors are goneG2

Jonathan Swift



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