The Ballad Of The Ice-worm Cocktail Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEFFGH IICCJJKKEE LLCCMMEEEENNOO CCPNNNCC PNQQRRPPJJDDNNSSPPTT NNUUNNVVWWXYNNNNNNNN ZZ FFPPNNA2A2NNB2B2C2C2 NNCCD2D2NNNNTTD2D2NN E2E2CC VVF2F2NNCCTG2IINNNN CCVVTo Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames | A |
A pane of glass was in his eye and stockings on his stems | A |
Upon the shoulder of his coat a leather pad he wore | B |
To rest his deadly rifle when it wasn't seeking gore | B |
The which it must have often been for Major Percy Brown | C |
According to his story was a hunter of renown | C |
Who in the Murrumbidgee wilds had stalked the kangaroo | D |
And killed the cassowary on the plains of Timbuctoo | E |
And now the Arctic fox he meant to follow to its lair | F |
And it was also his intent to beard the Artic hare | F |
Which facts concerning Major Brown I merely tell because | G |
I fain would have you know him for the Nimrod that he was | H |
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Now Skipper Grey and Deacon White were sitting in the shack | I |
And sampling of the whisky that pertained to Sheriff Black | I |
Said Skipper Grey I want to say a word about this Brown | C |
The piker's sticking out his chest as if he owned the town | C |
Said Sheriff Black he has no lack of frigorated cheek | J |
He called himself a Sourdough when he'd just been here a week | J |
Said Deacon White Methinks you're right and so I have a plan | K |
By which I hope to prove to night the mettle of the man | K |
Just meet me where the hooch bird sings and though our ways be rude | E |
We'll make a proper Sourdough of this Piccadilly dude | E |
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Within the Malamute Saloon were gathered all the gang | L |
The fun was fast and furious and the loud hooch bird sang | L |
In fact the night's hilarity had almost reached its crown | C |
When into its storm centre breezed the gallant Major Brown | C |
And at the apparation whith its glass eye and plus fours | M |
From fifty alcoholic throats responded fifty roars | M |
With shouts of stark amazement and with whoops of sheer delight | E |
They surged around the stranger but the first was Deacon White | E |
We welcome you he cried aloud to this the Great White Land | E |
The Artic Brotherhood is proud to grip you by the hand | E |
Yea sportsman of the bull dog breed from trails of far away | N |
To Yukoners this is indeed a memorable day | N |
Our jubilation to express vocabularies fail | O |
Boys hail the Great Cheechako And the boys responded Hail | O |
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And now continued Deacon White to blushing Major Brown | C |
Behold assembled the eelight and cream of Dawson Town | C |
And one ambition fills their hearts and makes their bosoms glow | P |
They want to make you honoured sir a bony feed Sourdough | N |
The same some say is one who's seen the Yukon ice go out | N |
But most profound authorities the definition doubt | N |
And to the genial notion of this meeting Major Brown | C |
A Sourdough is a guy who drinks an ice worm cocktail down | C |
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By Gad responded Major Brown that's ripping don't you know | P |
I've always felt I'd like to be a certified Sourdough | N |
And though I haven't any doubt your Winter's awf'ly nice | Q |
Mayfair I fear may miss me ere the break up of your ice | Q |
Yet pray excuse my ignorance of matters such as these | R |
A cocktail I can understand but what's an ice worm please | R |
Said Deacon White It is not strange that you should fail to know | P |
Since ice worms are peculiar to the Mountain of Blue Snow | P |
Within the Polar rim it rears a solitary peak | J |
And in the smoke of early Spring a spectacle unique | J |
Like flame it leaps upon the sight and thrills you through and through | D |
For though its cone is piercing white its base is blazing blue | D |
Yet all is clear as you draw near for coyley peering out | N |
Are hosts and hosts of tiny worms each indigo of snout | N |
And as no nourishment they find to keep themselves alive | S |
They masticate each other's tails till just the Tough survive | S |
Yet on this stern and Spartan fare so rapidly they grow | P |
That some attain six inches by the melting of the snow | P |
Then when the tundra glows to green and nigger heads appear | T |
They burrow down and are not seen until another year | T |
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A toughish yarn laughed Major Brown as well you may admit | N |
I'd like to see this little beast before I swallow it | N |
'Tis easy done said Deacon White Ho Barman haste and bring | U |
Us forth some pickled ice worms of the vintage of last Spring | U |
But sadly still was Barman Bill then sighed as one bereft | N |
There's been a run on cocktails Boss there ain't an ice worm left | N |
Yet wait By gosh it seems to me that some of extra size | V |
Were picked and put away to show the scientific guys | V |
Then deeply in a drawer he sought and there he found a jar | W |
The which with due and proper pride he put upon the bar | W |
And in it wreathed in queasy rings or rolled into a ball | X |
A score of grey and greasy things were drowned in alcohol | Y |
Their bellies were a bilious blue their eyes a bulbous red | N |
Their back were grey and gross were they and hideous of head | N |
And when with gusto and a fork the barman speared one out | N |
It must have gone four inches from its tail tip to its snout | N |
Cried Deacon White with deep delight Say isn't that a beaut | N |
I think it is sniffed Major Brown a most disgustin' brute | N |
Its very sight gives me the pip I'll bet my bally hat | N |
You're only spoofin' me old chap You'll never swallow that | N |
The hell I won't said Deacon White Hey Bill that fellows fine | Z |
Fix up four ice worm cocktails and just put that wop in mine | Z |
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So Barman Bill got busy and with sacerdotal air | F |
His art's supreme achievement he proceeded to prepare | F |
His silver cups like sickle moon went waving to and fro | P |
And four celestial cocktails soon were shining in a row | P |
And in the starry depths of each artistically piled | N |
A fat and juicy ice worm raised its mottled mug and smiled | N |
Then closer pressed the peering crown suspended was the fun | A2 |
As Skipper Grey in courteous way said Stranger please take one | A2 |
But with a gesture of disgust the Major shook his head | N |
You can't bluff me You'll never drink that gastly thing he said | N |
You'll see all right said Deacon White and held his cocktail high | B2 |
Till its ice worm seemed to wiggle and to wink a wicked eye | B2 |
Then Skipper Grey and Sheriff Black each lifted up a glass | C2 |
While through the tense and quiet crown a tremor seemed to pass | C2 |
Drink Stranger drink boomed Deacon White proclaim you're of the best | N |
A doughty Sourdough who has passed the Ice worm Cocktail Test | N |
And at these words with all eyes fixed on gaping Major Brown | C |
Like a libation to the gods each dashed his cocktail down | C |
The Major gasped with horror as the trio smacked their lips | D2 |
He twiddled at his eye glass with unsteady finger tips | D2 |
Into his starry cocktail with a look of woe he peered | N |
And its ice worm to his thinking mosy incontinently leered | N |
Yet on him were a hundred eyes though no one spoke aloud | N |
For hushed with expectation was the waiting watching crowd | N |
The Major's fumbling hand went forth the gang prepared to cheer | T |
The Major's falt'ring hand went back the mob prepared to jeer | T |
The Major gripped his gleaming glass and laid it to his lips | D2 |
And as despairfully he took some nauseated sips | D2 |
From out its coil of crapulence the ice worm raised its head | N |
Its muzzle was a murky blue its eyes a ruby red | N |
And then a roughneck bellowed fourth This stiff comes here and struts | E2 |
As if he bought the blasted North jest let him show his guts | E2 |
And with a roar the mob proclaimed Cheechako Major Brown | C |
Reveal that you're of Sourdough stuff and drink your cocktail down | C |
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The Major took another look then quickly closed his eyes | V |
For even as he raised his glass he felt his gorge arise | V |
Aye even though his sight was sealed in fancy he could see | F2 |
That grey and greasy thing that reared and sneered in mockery | F2 |
Yet round him ringed the callous crowd and how they seemed to gloat | N |
It must be done He swallowed hard The brute was at his throat | N |
He choked he gulped Thank God at last he'd got the horror down | C |
Then from the crowd went up a roar Hooray for Sourdough Brown | C |
With shouts they raised him shoulder high and gave a rousing cheer | T |
But though they praised him to the sky the Major did not hear | G2 |
Amid their demonstrative glee delight he seemed to lack | I |
Indeed it almost seemed that he was keeping something back | I |
A clammy sweat was on his brow and pallid as a sheet | N |
I feel I must be going now he'd plaintively repeat | N |
Aye though with drinks and smokes galore they tempted him to stay | N |
With sudden bolt he gained the door and made his get away | N |
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And ere next night his story was the talk of Dawson Town | C |
But gone and reft of glory was the wrathful Major Brown | C |
For that ice worm so they told him of such formidable size | V |
Was a stick of stained spaghetti with two red ink spots for eyes | V |
Robert Service
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