A Lay Of St. Gengulphus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'Non multo post Gengulphus in domo sua dormiens occisus est a quodam clerico qui cum uxore sua adulterare solebat Cujus corpus dum in fereto in sepulturam portaretur multi infirmi de tactu sanati sunt 'A
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'Cum hoc illius uxori referretur ab ancilla sua scilicet dominum suum quam martyrem sanctum miracula facere irridens illa et subsurrans ait 'Ita Gengulphus miracula facitat ut pulvinarium meum cantat ' c c Wolfii MemorabB
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Gengulphus comes from the Holy LandC
With his scrip and his bottle and sandal shoonD
Full many a day has he been awayE
Yet his Lady deems him return'd full soonD
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Full many a day has he been awayE
Yet scarce had he crossed ayont the seaF
Ere a spruce young spark of a Learned ClerkG
Had called on his Lady and stopp'd to teaF
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This spruce young guest so trimly drestF
Stay'd with that Lady her revels to crownD
They laugh'd and they ate and they drank of the bestF
And they turn'd the old Castle quite upside downD
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They would walk in the park that spruce young ClerkG
With that frolicsome Lady so frank and freeF
Trying balls and plays and all manner of waysH
To get rid of what French people call EnnuiF
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Now the festive board with viands is storedF
Savoury dishes be there I weenF
Rich puddings and big and a barbecued pigI
And oxtail soup in a China tureenF
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There's a flagon of ale as large as a pailJ
When cockle on hat and staff in handF
While on nought they are thinking save eating and drinkingK
Gengulphus walks in from the Holy LandF
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'You must be pretty deep to catch weazels asleep '-
Says the proverb that is 'take the Fair unawares '-
A maid o'er the banisters chancing to peepL
Whispers 'Ma'am here's Gengulphus a coming upstairs '-
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Pig pudding and soup the electrified groupM
With the flagon pop under the sofa in hasteF
And contrive to deposit the Clerk in the closetF
As the dish least of all to Gengulphus's tasteF
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Then oh what rapture what joy was exprestF
When 'poor dear Gengulphus' at last appear'dF
She kiss'd and she press'd 'the dear man' to her breastF
In spite of his great long frizzly beardF
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Such hugging and squeezing 'twas almost unpleasingK
A smile on her lip and a tear in her eyeN
She was so very glad that she seem'd half madF
And did not know whether to laugh or to cryN
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Then she calls up the maid and the table cloth's laidF
And she sends for a pint of the best Brown StoutF
On the fire too she pops some nice mutton chopsO
And she mixes a stiff glass of 'Cold Without '-
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Then again she began at the 'poor dear' manF
She press'd him to drink and she press'd him to eatF
And she brought a foot pan with hot water and branF
To comfort his 'poor dear' travel worn feetF
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'Nor night nor day since he'd been awayE
Had she had any rest' she 'vow'd and declared '-
She 'never could eat one morsel of meatF
For thinking how 'poor dear' Gengulphus fared '-
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She 'really did think she had not slept a winkK
Since he left her although he'd been absent so long '-
He here shook his head right little he saidF
But he thought she was 'coming it rather too strong '-
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Now his palate she tickles with the chops and the picklesP
Till so great the effect of that stiff gin grogK
His weaken'd body subdued by the toddyF
Falls out of the chair and he lies like a logK
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Then out comes the Clerk from his secret lairQ
He lifts up the legs and she raises the headF
And between them this most reprehensible pairQ
Undress poor Gengulphus and put him to bedF
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Then the bolster they place athwart his faceR
And his night cap into his mouth they cramS
And she pinches his nose underneath the clothesT
Till the 'poor dear soul' went off like a lambS
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And now they try'd the deed to hideF
For a little bird whisper'd 'Perchance you may swingK
Here's a corpse in the case with a sad swell'd faceR
And a 'Crowner's Quest' is a queer sort of thing '-
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So the Clerk and the Wife they each took a knifeU
And the nippers that nipp'd the loaf sugar for teaF
With the edges and points they sever'd the jointsV
At the clavicle elbow hip ankle and kneeF
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Thus limb from limb they dismember'd himW
So entirely that e'en when they came to his wristsX
With those great sugar nippers they nipp'd off his 'flippers '-
As the Clerk very flippantly term'd his fistsX
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When they'd cut off his head entertaining a dreadF
Lest folks should remember Gengulphus's faceR
They determined to throw it where no one could know itF
Down the well and the limbs in some different placeR
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But first the long beard from the chin they shear'dF
And managed to stuff that sanctified hairQ
With a good deal of pushing all into the cushionF
That filled up the seat of a large arm chairQ
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They contrived to pack up the trunk in a sackK
Which they hid in an osier bed outside the townF
The Clerk bearing arms legs and all on his backK
As the late Mr Greenacre served Mrs BrownF
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But to see now how strangely things sometimes turn outF
And that in a manner the least expectedF
Who could surmise a man ever could riseY
Who'd been thus carbonado'd cut up and dissectedF
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No doubt 'twould surprise the pupils at Guy'sY
I am no unbeliever no man can say that o' meF
But St Thomas himself would scarce trust his own eyesY
If he saw such a thing in his School of AnatomyF
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You may deal as you please with Hindoos or ChineseZ
Or a Mussulman making his heathen salaam orA2
A Jew or a Turk but it's other guess workK
When a man has to do with a Pilgrim or PalmerB2
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By chance the Prince Bishop a Royal DivineF
Sends his cards round the neighbourhood next day and urges hisC2
Wish to receive a snug party to dineF
Of the resident clergy the gentry and burgessesC2
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At a quarter past five they are all aliveD2
At the palace for coaches are fast rolling inF
And to every guest his card had expressedF
'Half past' as the hour for 'a greasy chin '-
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Some thirty are seated and handsomely treatedF
With the choicest Rhine wines in his Highness's stockK
When a Count of the Empire who felt himself heatedF
Requested some water to mix with his HockK
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The Butler who saw it sent a maid out to draw itF
But scarce had she given the windlass a twirlE2
Ere Gengulphus's head from the well's bottom saidF
In mild accents 'Do help us out that's a good girl '-
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Only fancy her dread when she saw a great headF
In her bucket with fright she was ready to dropF2
Conceive if you can how she roar'd and she ranF
With the head rolling after her bawling out 'Stop '-
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She ran and she roar'd till she came to the boardF
Where the Prince Bishop sat with his party aroundF
When Gengulphus's poll which continued to rollG2
At her heels on the table bounced up with a boundF
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Never touching the cates or the dishes or platesC2
The decanters or glasses the sweetmeats or fruitsC2
The head smiles and begs them to bring him his legsC2
As a well spoken gentleman asks for his bootsC2
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Kicking open the casement to each one's amazementF
Straight a right leg steps in all impediment scornsC2
And near the head stopping a left follows hoppingK
Behind for the left Leg was troubled with cornsC2
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Next before the beholders two great brawny shouldersC2
And arms on their bent elbows dance through the throngK
While two hands assist though nipped off at the wristF
The said shoulders in bearing a body alongK
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They march up to the head not one syllable saidF
For the thirty guests all stare in wonder and doubtF
As the limbs in their sight arrange and uniteF
Till Gengulphus though dead looks as sound as a troutF
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I will venture to say from that hour to this dayF
Ne'er did such an assembly behold such a sceneF
Or a table divide fifteen guests of a sideF
With a dead body placed in the centre betweenF
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Yes they stared well they might at so novel a sightF
No one uttered a whisper a sneeze or a hemH2
But sat all bolt upright and pale with affrightF
And they gazed at the dead man the dead man at thI2

Richard Harris Barham



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