Montreal Maree Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABACAD EFEFDGDD HIHIJCJJ KJKCLALA MAMAJCJJ NJNJECAJ OPOPACAJ| You've heard of Belching Billy likewise known as Windy Bill | A |
| As punk a chunk of Yukon scum as ever robbed a sluice | B |
| A satellite of Soapy Smith a capper and a shill | A |
| A slimy tribute taker from the Ladies on the Loose | B |
| But say you never heard of how he aimed my gore to spill | A |
| That big gorilla gunnin' for a little guy like me | C |
| A howlin' like a malamute an' ravin' he would drill | A |
| Me full of holes and all because of Montreal Maree | D |
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| Now Spike Mahoney's Bar was stiff with roarin' drunks | E |
| And I was driftin' lonesome like scarce knowin' what to do | F |
| So come I joined a poker game and dropped a hundred plunks | E |
| And bein' broke I begged of Spike to take my I O U | F |
| Says he Me lad I'll help ye out but let me make this clear | D |
| If you you don't pay by New year's day your wage I'll garnishee | G |
| So I was broodin' when I heard a whisper in my ear | D |
| What ees zee trouble leetle boy said Montreal Maree | D |
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| Now dance hall gels is good and bad but most is in between | H |
| Yeh some is scum and some is dumb and some is just plumb cold | I |
| But of straight shootin' Dawson dames Maree was rated queen | H |
| As pretty as a pansy wi' a heart o' Hunker gold | I |
| And so although I didn't know her more that passin' by | J |
| I told how Spike would seek my Boss and jobless I would be | C |
| She listened sympathetic like Zut Baby don't you cry | J |
| I lend to you zee hundred bucks said Montreal Maree | J |
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| Now though I zippered up my mug somehow the story spread | K |
| That I was playin' poker and my banker was Maree | J |
| And when it got to Windy Bill by Golly he saw red | K |
| And reachin' for his shootin' iron he started after me | C |
| For he was batty for that babe and tried to fence her in | L |
| And if a guy got in his way say he was set to kill | A |
| So fortified with barbwire hooch and wickeder than sin | L |
| I'll plug that piker full of lead exploded Windy Bill | A |
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| That night a hundred smackers saved with joy I started out | M |
| To seek my scented saviour in her cabin on the hill | A |
| But barely had I paid my debt when suddenly a shout | M |
| I peered from out the window and behold 'twas Windy Bill | A |
| He whooped and swooped and raved and waved his gun as he drew near | J |
| Now he was kickin' in the door no time was there to flee | C |
| No place to hide my doom was sealed then sotly in my ear | J |
| Quick creep beneez my petticoat said Montreal Maree | J |
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| So pale as death I held my breath below that billowed skirt | N |
| And a she sat I wondered at her voice so calm and clear | J |
| Serene and still she spoke to Bill like he was so much dirt | N |
| Esp egrave ce de skunk You jus' beeeg drunk You see no man in here | J |
| Then Bill began to cuss and ran wild shootin' down the hiss | E |
| And all was hushed and how I wished that bliss could ever be | C |
| When up she rose in dainty pose beside the window sill | A |
| He spill hees gun run Baby run cried Montreal Maree | J |
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| I've heard it said that she got wed and made a wonder wife | O |
| I guess she did that careless kid had mother in her heart | P |
| But anyway I'll always say she saved my blasted life | O |
| For other girls may come and go and each may play their part | P |
| But if I live a hundred years I'll not forget the thrill | A |
| The rapture of that moment when I kissed a dimpled knee | C |
| And safely mocked the murderous menace of Windy Bill | A |
| Snug hid beneath the petticoat of Montreal Maree | J |
Robert Service
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