Prelude: Ballads Of A Bohemian Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Alas upon some starry height	A
The Gods of Excellence to please	B
This hand of mine will never smite	A
The Harp of High Serenities	B
Mere minstrel of the street am I	C
To whom a careless coin you fling	D
But who beneath the bitter sky	C
Blue lipped yet insolent of eye	C
Can shrill a song of Spring	D
A song of merry mansard days	B
The cheery chimney tops among	E
Of rolics and of roundelays	B
When we were young when we were young	E
A song of love and lilac nights	B
Of wit of wisdom and of wine	F
Of Folly whirling on the Heights	B
Of hunger and of hope divine	F
Of Blanche Suzette and Celestine	G
And all that gay and tender band	A
Who shared with us the fat the lean	H
The hazard of Illusion land	A
When scores of Philistines we slew	I
As mightily with brush and pen	J
We sought to make the world anew	I
And scorned the gods of other men	J
When we were fools divinely wise	B
Who held it rapturous to strive	K
When Art was sacred in our eyes	B
And it was Heav'n to be alive	K
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O days of glamor glory truth	L
To you to night I raise my glass	B
O freehold of immortal youth	L
Bohemia the lost alas	B
O laughing lads who led the romp	M
Respectable you've grown I'm told	A
Your heads you bow to power and pomp	M
You've learned to know the worth of gold	A
O merry maids who shared our cheer	N
Your eyes are dim your locks are gray	O
And as you scrub I sadly fear	N
Your daughters speed the dance to day	O
O windmill land and crescent moon	P
O Columbine and Pierrette	O
To you my old guitar I tune	P
Ere I forget ere I forget	O
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So come good men who toil and tire	Q
Who smoke and sip the kindly cup	R
Ring round about the tavern fire	Q
Ere yet you drink your liquor up	R
And hear my simple songs of earth	S
Of youth and truth and living things	B
Of poverty and proper mirth	S
Of rags and rich imaginings	B
Of cock a hoop blue heavened days	B
Of hearts elate and eager breath	T
Of wonder worship pity praise	B
Of sorrow sacrifice and death	T
Of lusting laughter passion pain	U
Of lights that lure and dreams that thrall	V
And if a golden word I gain	U
Oh kindly folks God save you all	V
And if you shake your heads in blame	W
Good friends God love you all the same	W

Robert William Service

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