Polonius And The Ballad Singers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKELMNOPQRR QSSQTTUVQWVVWXVQXYDG QZQA2B2C2B2D2B2E2F2G 2F2H2I2G2I2D2I2J2K2G 2QQL2M2QN2JQO2QQQNP2 P2P2QQ2Q2Q2QG2G2G2R2 NS2T2G2P2P2P2QG2M2P2 U2G2K2| A gaunt built woman and her son in law | A |
| A broad faced fellow with such flesh as shows | B |
| Nothing but easy nature and his wife | C |
| The woman s daughter who spills all her talk | D |
| Out of a wide mouth but who has eyes as gray | E |
| As Connemara where the mountain ash | F |
| Shows berries red indeed they enter now | G |
| Our country singers | H |
| Sing my good woman sing us some romance | I |
| That has been round your chimney nooks so long | J |
| Tis nearly native something blown here | K |
| And since made racy like yon tree I might say | E |
| Native by influence if not by species | L |
| Shaped by our winds You understand I think | M |
| I ll sing the song sir | N |
| To night you see my face | O |
| Maybe nevermore you ll gaze | P |
| On the one that for you left his friends and kin | Q |
| For by the hard commands | R |
| Of the lord that rules these lands | R |
| On a ship I ll be borne from Cruckaunfinn | Q |
| Oh you know your beauty bright | S |
| Has made him think delight | S |
| More than from any fair one he will gain | Q |
| Oh you know that all his will | T |
| Strains and strives around you till | T |
| As the hawk upon his hand you are as tame | U |
| Then she to him replied | V |
| I ll no longer you deny | Q |
| And I ll let you have the pleasure of my charms | W |
| For to night I ll be your bride | V |
| And whatever may betide | V |
| It s we will lie in one another s arms | W |
| You should not sing | X |
| With body doubled up and face aside | V |
| There is a climax here It s we will lie | Q |
| Hem passionate And what does your daughter sing | X |
| A song I like when I do climb bare hills | Y |
| Tis all about a hawk | D |
| No bird that sits on rock or bough | G |
| Has such a front as thine | Q |
| No king that has made war his trade | Z |
| Such conquest in his eyne | Q |
| I mark thee rock like on the rock | A2 |
| Where none can see a shape | B2 |
| I climb but thou dost climb with wings | C2 |
| And like a wish escape | B2 |
| She said | D2 |
| And like a wish escape | B2 |
| No maid that kissed his bonny mouth | E2 |
| Of another mouth was glad | F2 |
| Such pride was in our chieftain s eyes | G2 |
| Such countenance he had | F2 |
| But since they made him fly the rocks | H2 |
| Thou creature art my quest | I2 |
| Then lift me with thy steady eyes | G2 |
| If then to tear my breast | I2 |
| She said | D2 |
| If then to tear my breast | I2 |
| The songs they have | J2 |
| Are the last relics of the feudal world | K2 |
| Women will keep them byzants doubloons | G2 |
| When men will take up songs that are as new | Q |
| As dollar bills What song have you young man | Q |
| A song my father had sir It was sent him | L2 |
| From across the sea and there was a letter with it | M2 |
| Asking my father to put it to a tune | Q |
| And sing it all roads He did that in troth | N2 |
| And five pounds of tobacco were sent with the song | J |
| To fore reward him I ll sing it for you now | Q |
| The Baltimore Exile | O2 |
| The house I was bred in ah does it remain | Q |
| Low walls and loose thatch standing lone in the rain | Q |
| With the clay of the walls coming through with its stain | Q |
| Like the blackbird s left nest in the briar | N |
| Does a child there give heed to the song of the lark | P2 |
| As it lifts and it drops till the fall of the dark | P2 |
| When the heavy foot kine trudge home from the paurk | P2 |
| Or do none but the red shank now listen | Q |
| The sloe bush I know grows close to the well | Q2 |
| And its long lasting blossoms are there I can tell | Q2 |
| When the kid that was yeaned when the first ones befell | Q2 |
| Can jump to the ditch that they grow on | Q |
| But there s silence on all Then do none ever pass | G2 |
| On the way to the fair or the pattern or mass | G2 |
| Do the gray coated lads drive the ball through the grass | G2 |
| And speed to the sweep of the hurl | R2 |
| O youths of my land Then will no Bolivar | N |
| Ever muster your ranks for delivering war | S2 |
| Will your hopes become fixed and beam like a star | T2 |
| Will they pass like the mists from your fields | G2 |
| The swan and the swallows the cuckoo and crake | P2 |
| May visit my land and find hillside and lake | P2 |
| And I send my song I ll not see her awake | P2 |
| I m too old a bird to uncage now | Q |
| Silver s but lead in exchange for songs | G2 |
| But take it and spend it | M2 |
| We will And may we meet your honor s like | P2 |
| Every day s end | U2 |
| A tune is more lasting than the voice of the birds | G2 |
| A song is more lasting than the riches of the world | K2 |
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