A Mock Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCDDCDDDEAAAE ADDFGGFHIIJIIIJ| I | A |
| Now Whitehall's in the grave | B |
| And our head is our slave | B |
| The bright pearl in his close shell of oyster | C |
| Now the miter is lost | D |
| The proud Praelates too crost | D |
| And all Rome's confin'd to a cloister | C |
| He that Tarquin was styl'd | D |
| Our white land's exil'd | D |
| Yea undefil'd | D |
| Not a court ape's left to confute us | E |
| Then let your voyces rise high | A |
| As your colours did flye | A |
| And flour'shing cry | A |
| Long live the brave Oliver Brutus | E |
| - | |
| II | A |
| Now the sun is unarm'd | D |
| And the moon by us charm'd | D |
| All the stars dissolv'd to a jelly | F |
| Now the thighs of the Crown | G |
| And the arms are lopp'd down | G |
| And the body is all but a belly | F |
| Let the Commons go on | H |
| The town is our own | I |
| We'l rule alone | I |
| For the Knights have yielded their spent gorge | J |
| And an order is tane | I |
| With HONY SOIT profane | I |
| Shout forth amain | I |
| For our Dragon hath vanquish'd the St George | J |
Richard Lovelace
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