Finistere Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCACA DEDEFAFA GHGIJAJA KDKDGAGA| Hurrah I'm off to Finistere to Finistere to Finistere | A |
| My satchel's swinging on my back my staff is in my hand | B |
| I've twenty louis in my purse I know the sun and sea are there | A |
| And so I'm starting out to day to tramp the golden land | B |
| I'll go alone and glorying with on my lips a song of joy | C |
| I'll leave behind the city with its canker and its care | A |
| I'll swing along so sturdily oh won't I be the happy boy | C |
| A singing on the rocky roads the roads of Finistere | A |
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| Oh have you been to Finistere and do you know a whin gray town | D |
| That echoes to the clatter of a thousand wooden shoes | E |
| And have you seen the fisher girls go gallivantin' up and down | D |
| And watched the tawny boats go out and heard the roaring crews | E |
| Oh would you sit with pipe and bowl and dream upon some sunny quay | F |
| Or would you walk the windy heath and drink the cooler air | A |
| Oh would you seek a cradled cove and tussle with the topaz sea | F |
| Pack up your kit to morrow lad and haste to Finistere | A |
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| Oh I will go to Finistere there's nothing that can hold me back | G |
| I'll laugh with Yves and Le on and I'll chaff with Rose and Jeanne | H |
| I'll seek the little quaint buvette that's kept by Mother Merdrinac | G |
| Who wears a cap of many frills and swears just like a man | I |
| I'll yarn with hearty hairy chaps who dance and leap and crack their heels | J |
| Who swallow cupfuls of cognac and never turn a hair | A |
| I'll watch the nut brown boats come in with mullet plaice and conger eels | J |
| The jeweled harvest of the sea they reap in Finistere | A |
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| Yes I'll come back from Finistere with memories of shining days | K |
| Of scaly nets and salty men in overalls of brown | D |
| Of ancient women knitting as they watch the tethered cattle graze | K |
| By little nestling beaches where the gorse goes blazing down | D |
| Of headlands silvering the sea of Calvarys against the sky | G |
| Of scorn of angry sunsets and of Carnac grim and bare | A |
| Oh won't I have the leaping veins and tawny cheek and sparkling eye | G |
| When I come back to Montparnasse and dream of Finistere | A |
Robert Service
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