The Jubilee Sov'reign Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFG BBDB HAAA IJCK DLIM CNCN OPAP AQAQ QRQR QQQQ CADA QSTS CAQA DAQA QQAQ

On Jubilee Day the RamsbottomsA
Invited relations to teaB
Including young Albert's grandmotherC
An awkward old party was sheB
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She'd seen Queen Victoria's accessionD
And er wedding to Albert the GoodE
But she got quite upset when young AlbertF
Asked er ow she'd got on in the FloodG
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She cast quite a damper on't partyB
But she warmed up a bit after teaB
And gave Albert a real golden sovereignD
She'd been saving since last JubileeB
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It ad picture of Queen on't one sideH
And a dragon fight on the reverseA
And it smelled of camphor and cobwebsA
Through being so long in er purseA
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Albert andled the coin and e kissed itI
And e felt the rough edge with is tongueJ
For e knew by the look of is fatherC
That it wouldn't be is very longK
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I ll show you a trick wi' that sovereignD
Said Pa oo were overin' nearL
And e took and pretended to eat itI
Then brought it back out of is earM
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This magic filled Albert with wonderC
And before you could say Uncle DickN
E'd got the coin back from is fatherC
And performed the first part of the trickN
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When they all saw where the money ad goneO
With excitement the relatives burnedP
And each one suggested some processA
For getting the money returnedP
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Some were for fishing with tweezersA
While some were for shaking it outQ
If we only got back a few shillingsA
They said twould be better than nowtQ
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They tried olding Albert ead downwardQ
And giving is shoulders a clumpR
Till his uncle oo worked for a chemistQ
Said There's nowt for it but stomach pumpR
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Well they adn't a stomach pump andyQ
But Pa did the best that e couldQ
With a bicycle pump that they borrowedQ
But that weren't nearly so goodQ
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So off they went to the doctorC
Oo looked down is throat with a glassA
E said This'll mean operationD
I fear that e'll ave to ave gasA
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Ow much is this ere goin' to cost meQ
Said Father beginning to squirmS
I'm afraid that it comes out expensiveT
The best gas is eight pence a thermS
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There's my time six shillings an hourC
You can't do these things in two ticksA
By rights I should charge you a guineaQ
But I'll do it for eighteen and sixA
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Wot eighteen and six to get sovereignD
Said Father That doesn't sound senseA
I'll tell you you'd best keep young AlbertQ
And give us the odd eighteen penceA
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The doctor concurred this arrangementQ
But to this day he stands in some doubtQ
As to whether he's in eighteen shillingsA
Or whether he's eighteen pence outQ

Marriott Edgar



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