Mr. William Crowe's Address To Her Majesty, Turned Into Metre Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFDDGGHBII JJKKLLMMFFDDNOPPCCQQ RR| From a town that consists of a church and a steeple | A |
| With three or four houses and as many people | A |
| There went an Address in great form and good order | B |
| Composed as 'tis said by Will Crowe their Recorder | B |
| And thus it began to an excellent tune | C |
| Forgive us good madam that we did not as soon | C |
| As the rest of the cities and towns of this nation | D |
| Wish your majesty joy on this glorious occasion | D |
| Not that we're less hearty or loyal than others | E |
| But having a great many sisters and brothers | E |
| Our borough in riches and years far exceeding | F |
| We let them speak first to show our good breeding | F |
| We have heard with much transport and great satisfaction | D |
| Of the victory obtain'd in the late famous action | D |
| When the field was so warm'd that it soon grew too hot | G |
| For the French and Bavarians who had all gone to pot | G |
| But that they thought best in great haste to retire | H |
| And leap into the water for fear of the fire | B |
| But says the good river Ye fools plague confound ye | I |
| Do ye think to swim through me and that I'll not drown ye | I |
| Who have ravish'd and murder'd and play'd such damn'd pranks | J |
| And trod down the grass on my much injured banks | J |
| Then swelling with anger and rage to the brink | K |
| He gave the poor Monsieur his last draught of drink | K |
| So it plainly appears they were very well bang'd | L |
| And that some may be drown'd who deserved to be hang'd | L |
| Great Marlbro' well push'd 'twas well push'd indeed | M |
| Oh how we adore you because you succeed | M |
| And now I may say it I hope without blushing | F |
| That you have got twins by your violent pushing | F |
| Twin battles I mean that will ne'er be forgotten | D |
| But live and be talk'd of when we're dead and rotten | D |
| Let other nice lords sculk at home from the wars | N |
| Prank'd up and adorn'd with garters and stars | O |
| Which but twinkle like those in a cold frosty night | P |
| While to yours you are adding such lustre and light | P |
| That if you proceed I'm sure very soon | C |
| 'Twill be brighter and larger than the sun or the moon | C |
| A blazing star I foretell 'twill prove to the Gaul | Q |
| That portends of his empire the ruin and fall | Q |
| Now God bless your majesty and our Lord Murrough | R |
| And send him in safety and health to his borough | R |
Jonathan Swift
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