The Description Of An Irish Feast Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ KLKL MNMN HNHN ONON PNPN PQPQ PRPR NFNF PPPP SFSF PNPN PTPT TTTT LULU FVFV NNNN WXWX YTYT

Given by O'Rourke a powerful chieftain of Ulster in the reign of Queen Elizabeth previously to his making a visit to her court A song was composed upon the tradition of the feast the fame of which having reached Swift he was supplied with a literal version from which he executed the following very spirited translationA
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TRANSLATED ALMOST LITERALLY OUT OF THE ORIGINAL IRISHB
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O'ROURKE'S noble fareC
Will ne'er be forgotD
By those who were thereC
Or those who were notD
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His revels to keepE
We sup and we dineF
On seven score sheepE
Fat bullocks and swineF
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Usquebaugh to our feastG
In pails was brought upH
A hundred at leastG
And a madder our cupH
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O there is the sportI
We rise with the lightJ
In disorderly sortI
From snoring all nightJ
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O how was I trick'dK
My pipe it was brokeL
My pocket was pick'dK
I lost my new cloakL
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I'm rifled quoth NellM
Of mantle and kercherN
Why then fare them wellM
The de'el take the searcherN
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Come harper strike upH
But first by your favourN
Boy give us a cupH
Ah this hath some savourN
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O'Rourke's jolly boysO
Ne'er dreamt of the matterN
Till roused by the noiseO
And musical clatterN
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They bounce from their nestP
No longer will tarryN
They rise ready drestP
Without one Ave MaryN
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They dance in a roundP
Cutting capers and rampingQ
A mercy the groundP
Did not burst with their stampingQ
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The floor is all wetP
With leaps and with jumpsR
While the water and sweatP
Splish splash in their pumpsR
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Bless you late and earlyN
Laughlin O'EnaginF
But my hand you dance rarelyN
Margery GrinaginF
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Bring straw for our bedP
Shake it down to the feetP
Then over us spreadP
The winnowing sheetP
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To show I don't flinchS
Fill the bowl up againF
Then give us a pinchS
Of your sneezing a YeanF
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Good lord what a sightP
After all their good cheerN
For people to fightP
In the midst of their beerN
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They rise from their feastP
And hot are their brainsT
A cubit at leastP
The length of their skeansT
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What stabs and what cutsT
What clattering of sticksT
What strokes on the gutsT
What bastings and kicksT
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With cudgels of oakL
Well harden'd in flameU
A hundred heads brokeL
A hundred struck lameU
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You churl I'll maintainF
My father built LuskV
The castle of SlaneF
And Carrick DrumruskV
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The Earl of KildareN
And Moynalta his brotherN
As great as they areN
I was nurst by their motherN
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Ask that of old madamW
She'll tell you who's whoX
As far up as AdamW
She knows it is trueX
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Come down with that beamY
If cudgels are scarceT
A blow on the weamY
Or a kick on the a seT

Jonathan Swift



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