Five-per-cent Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFF GGHHIIJKBBLL GGEEFFMMNNOP| Because I have ten thousand pounds I sit upon my stern | A |
| And leave my living tranquilly for other folks to earn | A |
| For in some procreative way that isn't very clear | B |
| Ten thousand pounds will breed they say five hundred every year | B |
| So as I have a healthy hate of economic strife | C |
| I mean to stand aloof from it the balance of my life | C |
| And yet with sympathy I see the grimy son of toil | D |
| And heartly congratulate the tiller of the soil | D |
| I like the miner in the mine the sailor on the sea | E |
| Because up to five hundred pounds they sail and mine for me | E |
| For me their toil is taxed unto that annual extent | F |
| According to the holy shibboleth of Five per Cent | F |
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| So get ten thousand pounds my friend in any way you can | G |
| And leave your future welfare to the noble Working Man | G |
| He'll buy you suits of Harris tweed an Airedale and a car | H |
| Your golf clubs and your morning Times your whisky and cigar | H |
| He'll cosily install you in a cottage by a stream | I |
| With every modern comfort and a garden that's a dream | I |
| Or if your tastes be urban he'll provide you with a flat | J |
| Secluded from the clamour of the proletariat | K |
| With pictures music easy chairs a table of good cheer | B |
| A chap can manage nicely on five hundred pounds a year | B |
| And though around you painful signs of industry you view | L |
| Why should you work when you can make your money work for you | L |
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| So I'll get down upon my knees and bless the Working Man | G |
| Who offers me a life of ease through all my mortal span | G |
| Whose loins are lean to make me fat who slaves to keep me free | E |
| Who dies before his prime to let me round the century | E |
| Whose wife and children toil in urn until their strength is spent | F |
| That I may live in idleness upon my five per cent | F |
| And if at times they curse me why should I feel any blame | M |
| For in my place I know that they would do the very same | M |
| Aye though hey hoist a flag that's red on Sunday afternoon | N |
| Just offer them ten thousand pounds and see them change their tune | N |
| So I'll enjoy my dividends and live my life with zest | O |
| And bless the mighty men who first invented Interest | P |
Robert Service
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