Merry Andrew Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHHIJKLMMNNOOP QRSTIIUUNNVW NNXX| Sly Merry Andrew the last Southwark fair | A |
| At Bartholomew he did not much appear | B |
| So peevish was the dict of the Mayor | C |
| At Southwark therefore as his tricks he show'd | D |
| To please our masters and his friends the crowd | E |
| A huge neat's tongue he in his right hand held | F |
| His left was with a good black pudding fill'd | G |
| With a grave look in this odd equipage | H |
| The clownish mimic traverses the stage | H |
| Why how now Andrew cries his brother droll | I |
| To day's conceit methinks is something dull | J |
| Come on Sir to our worthy friends explain | K |
| What does your emblematic Worship mean | L |
| Quoth Andrew honest English let us speak | M |
| Your emble what d'ye call it is Heathen Greek | M |
| To tongue or pudding thou hast no pretence | N |
| Learning thy talent is but mine is sense | N |
| That busy fool I was which thou art now | O |
| Desirous to correct not knowing how | O |
| Blaming or praising things as I thought fit | P |
| I for this conduct had what I deserved | Q |
| And dealing honestly was almost starved | R |
| But thanks to my indulgent stars I eat | S |
| Since I have found the secret to be great | T |
| O dearest Andrew says the humble droll | I |
| Henceforth may I obey and thou control | I |
| Provided thou impart thy useful skill | U |
| Bow then says Andrew and for once I will | U |
| Be of your patron's mind whate'er he says | N |
| Sleep very much think little and talk less | N |
| Mind neither good nor bad nor right nor wrong | V |
| But eat your pudding slave and hold your tongue | W |
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| A reverend prelate stopp'd his couch and six | N |
| To laugh a little at our Andrew's tricks | N |
| But when he heard him give this golden rule | X |
| Drive on he cried this fellow is no fool | X |
Matthew Prior
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