Slainthe! Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFC G HDCIAJFKALM LCANOPQRSCTKL HFUEVWXCPYC LCJZA2B2CL LB2CCC2CM B2B2CD2E2C G| I speak with a proud tongue of the people who were | A |
| And the people who are | B |
| The worthy of Ardara the Rosses and Inishkeel | C |
| My kindred | D |
| The people of the hills and the dark haired passes | E |
| My neighbours on the lift of the brae | F |
| In the lap of the valley | C |
| - | |
| To them Slainthe | G |
| - | |
| I speak of the old men | H |
| The wrinkle rutted | D |
| Who dodder about foot weary | C |
| For their day is as the day that has been and is no more | I |
| Who warm their feet by the fire | A |
| And recall memories of the times that are gone | J |
| Who kneel in the lamplight and pray | F |
| For the peace that has been theirs | K |
| And who beat one dry veined hand against another | A |
| Even in the sun | L |
| For the coldness of death is on them | M |
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| I speak of the old women | L |
| Who danced to yesterday's fiddle | C |
| And dance no longer | A |
| They sit in a quiet place and dream | N |
| And see visions | O |
| Of what is to come | P |
| Of their issue | Q |
| Which has blossomed to manhood and womanhood | R |
| And seeing thus | S |
| They are happy | C |
| For the day that was leaves no regrets | T |
| And peace is theirs | K |
| And perfection | L |
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| I speak of the strong men | H |
| Who shoulder their burdens in the hot day | F |
| Who stand in the market place | U |
| And bargain in loud voices | E |
| Showing their stock to the world | V |
| Straight the glance of their eyes | W |
| Broad shouldered | X |
| Supple | C |
| Under their feet the holms blossom | P |
| The harvest yields | Y |
| And their path is of prosperity | C |
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| I speak of the women | L |
| Strong hipped full bosomed | C |
| Who drive the cattle to graze at dawn | J |
| Who milk the cows at dusk | Z |
| Grace in their homes | A2 |
| And in the crowded ways | B2 |
| Modest and seemly | C |
| Mother of children | L |
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| I speak of the children | L |
| Of the many townlands | B2 |
| Blossoms of the Bogland | C |
| Flowers of the Valley | C |
| Who know not yesterday nor to morrow | C2 |
| And are happy | C |
| The pride of those who have begot them | M |
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| And thus it is | B2 |
| Ever and always | B2 |
| And Ardara the Rosses and Inishkeel | C |
| Here as elsewhere | D2 |
| The Weak the Strong and the Blossoming | E2 |
| And thus my kindred | C |
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| To them Slainthe | G |
Patrick Macgill
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