Finnigan's Finish Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHIH JHJHKLKL

They thought I'd be a championA
They boasted loud of meB
A dozen victories I'd wonA
The Press was proud of meB
I saw myself with glory crownedC
And would beyond a doubtD
Till last night in the second roundC
A Dago knocked me outD
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It must have been an accidentE
I cannot understandF
For I was so damn confidentE
I'd lick him with one handF
I bounded in the ring to cheersG
I panted for the frayH
Ten minutes more with hoots and jeersI
They bore me limp awayH
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I will not have the nerve to faceJ
The sporting mob todayH
The doll I fell for my disgraceJ
Will feel and fade awayH
Last night upon the brink of fameK
No favour did I lackL
Tomorrow from the sink of shameK
I'll beg my old job backL

Robert William Service



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