The Ballad Of Hank The Finn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEEFFCC CCFFCC GGHHIIJJCC KKLLMMNNOO PPJJOOFFQRFF FFSSFFFF TTNNFFUUVVOOWW XYPPFFZZNow Fireman Flynn met Hank the Finn where lights of Lust land glow | A |
Let's leave says he the lousy sea and give the land a show | A |
I'm fed up to the molar mark with wallopin' the brine | B |
I feel the bloody barnacles a carkin' on me spine | B |
Let's hit the hard boiled North a crack where creeks are paved with gold | C |
You count me in says Hank the Finn Ay do as Ay ban told | C |
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And so they sought the Lonely Land and drifted down its stream | D |
Where sunny silence round them spanned as dopey as a dream | D |
But to the spell of flood and fell their gold grimed eyes were blind | E |
By pine and peak they paused to seek but nothing did they find | E |
No yellow glint of dust to mint just mud and mocking sand | F |
And a hateful hush that seemed to crush them down on every hand | F |
Till Fireman Flynn grew mean as sin and cursed his comrade cold | C |
But Hank the Finn would only grin and do as he was told | C |
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Now Fireman Flynn had pieces ten of yellow Yankee gold | C |
Which every night he would invite his partner to behold | C |
Look hard says he It's all you'll see in this god blasted land | F |
But you fret I'm gonna let you hold them i your hand | F |
Yeah Watch 'em gleam then go and dream they're yours to have and hold | C |
Then Hank the Finn would scratch his chin and do as he was told | C |
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But every night by camp fire light he'd incubate his woes | G |
And fan the hate of mate for mate the evil Artic knows | G |
In dreams the Lapland withes gloomed like gargoyles overhead | H |
While the devils three of Helsinkee came cowering by his bed | H |
Go take said they the yellow loot he's clinking in his belt | I |
And leave the sneaking wolverines to snout around his pelt | I |
Last night he called you Swedish scum from out the glory hole | J |
To day he said you were a bum and damned your mother's soul | J |
Go plug with lead his scurvy head and grab his greasy gold | C |
Then Hank the Finn saw red within and did as he was told | C |
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So in due course the famous Force of Men Who Get Their Man | K |
Swooped down on sleeping Hank the Finn and popped him in the can | K |
And in due time his grievous crime was judged without a plea | L |
And he was dated up to swing upon the gallows tree | L |
Then Sheriff gave a party in the Law's almighty name | M |
He gave a neck tie party and he asked me to the same | M |
There was no hooch a flowin' and his party wasn't gay | N |
For O our hearts were heavy at the dawning of the day | N |
There was no band a playin' and the only dancin' there | O |
Was Hank the Fin interpretin' his solo in the air | O |
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We climbed the scaffold steps and stood beside the knotted rope | P |
We watched the hooded hangman and his eyes were dazed with dope | P |
The Sheriff was in evening dress a bell began to toll | J |
A beastly bell that struck a knell of horror to the soul | J |
As if the doomed one was myself I shuddered waiting there | O |
I spoke no word then then I heard his step upon the stair | O |
His halting foot moccasin clad and then I saw him stand | F |
Between a weeping warder and a priest with Cross in hand | F |
And at the sight a murmur rose of terror and of awe | Q |
And all them hardened gallows fans were sick at what they saw | R |
For as he towered above the mob his limbs with leather triced | F |
By all that's wonderful I swear his face was that of Christ | F |
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Now I ain't no blaspheming cuss so don't you start to shout | F |
You see his beard had grown so long it framed his face about | F |
His rippling hair was long and fair his cheeks were spirit pale | S |
His face was bright with holy light that made us wince and quail | S |
He looked at us with eyes a shine and sore were we confused | F |
As if he were the Judge divine and we were the accused | F |
Aye as serene he stood between the hangman and the cord | F |
You would have sworn with anguish torn he was the Blessed Lord | F |
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The priest was wet with icy sweat the Sheriff's lips were dry | T |
And we were staring starkly at the man who had to die | T |
Lo I am raised above you all his pale lips seemed to say | N |
For in a moment I shall leap to God's Eternal Day | N |
Am I not happy I forgive you each for what you do | F |
Redeemed and penitent I go with heart of love for you | F |
So there he stood in mystic mood with scorn sublime of death | U |
I saw him gently kiss the Cross and then I held by breath | U |
That blessed smile was blotted out they dropped the hood of black | V |
They fixed the noose around his neck the rope was hanging slack | V |
I heard him pray I saw him sway then then he was not there | O |
A rope a ghastly yellow rope was jerking in the air | O |
A jigging rope that soon was still a hush as of the tomb | W |
And Hank the Finn that man of sin had met his rightful doom | W |
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His rightful doom Now that's the point I'm wondering because | X |
I hold a man is what he is and never what he was | Y |
You see the priest had filled that guy so full of holy dope | P |
That at the last he came to die as pious as the Pope | P |
A gentle ray of sunshine made a halo round his head | F |
I thought to see a sinner lo I saw a Saint instead | F |
Aye as he stood as martyrs stand clean cleansed of mortal dross | Z |
I think he might have gloried had WE NAILED HIM TO A CROSS | Z |
Robert Service
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