At Putney Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDD EFEFGGHH IJIJKKLL LJLJMMNN LFLFOOPP| When eight strong fellows are out to row | A |
| With a slip of a lad to guide them | B |
| I warrant they'll make the light ship go | A |
| Though the coach on the launch may chide them | B |
| With his Six get on to it Five you're late | C |
| Don't hurry the slides and use your weight | C |
| You're bucketing Bow and as to Four | D |
| The sight of his shoulders makes me sore | D |
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| But Stroke has steadied his fiery men | E |
| And the lift on the boat gets stronger | F |
| And the Coxswain suddenly shouts for Ten | E |
| Reach out to it longer longer | F |
| While the wind and the tide raced hand in hand | G |
| The swing of the crew and the pace were grand | G |
| But now that the two meet face to face | H |
| It's buffet and slam and a tortoise pace | H |
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| For Hammersmith Bridge has rattled past | I |
| And oh but the storm is humming | J |
| The turbulent white steeds gallop fast | I |
| They're tossing their crests and coming | J |
| It's a downright rackety gusty day | K |
| And the backs of the crew are drenched in spray | K |
| But it's Swing boys swing till you're deaf and blind | L |
| And you'll beat and baffle the raging wind | L |
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| They have slipped through Barnes they are round thebend | L |
| And the chests of the eight are tightening | J |
| Now spend your strength if you've strength to spend | L |
| And away with your hands like lightning | J |
| Well rowed and the coach is forced to cheer | M |
| Now stick to it all for the post is near | M |
| And lo they stop at the coxswain's call | N |
| With its message of comfort Easy all | N |
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| So here's to the sturdy undismayed | L |
| Eight men who are bound together | F |
| By the faith of the slide and the flashing blade | L |
| And the swing and the level feather | F |
| To the deeds they do and the toil they bear | O |
| To the dauntless mind and the will to dare | O |
| And the joyous spirit that makes them one | P |
| Till the last fierce stroke of the race is done | P |
R. C. Lehmann
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