Room 5: The Concert Singer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEGHBHB IJIJKLKL MBMBJBJB NONOBJBJ PQPQCBCB BOBORJRJ| I'm one of these haphazard chaps | A |
| Who sit in cafes drinking | B |
| A most improper taste perhaps | A |
| Yet pleasant to my thinking | B |
| For oh I hate discord and strife | C |
| I'm sadly weakly human | D |
| And I do think the best of life | C |
| Is wine and song and woman | D |
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| Now there's that youngster on my right | E |
| Who thinks himself a poet | F |
| And so he toils from morn to night | E |
| And vainly hopes to show it | G |
| And there's that dauber on my left | H |
| Within his chamber shrinking | B |
| He looks like one of hope bereft | H |
| He lives on air I'm thinking | B |
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| But me I love the things that are | I |
| My heart is always merry | J |
| I laugh and tune my old guitar | I |
| Sing ho and hey down derry | J |
| Oh let them toil their lives away | K |
| To gild a tawdry era | L |
| But I'll be gay while yet I may | K |
| Sing tira lira lira | L |
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| I'm sure you know that picture well | M |
| A monk all else unheeding | B |
| Within a bare and gloomy cell | M |
| A musty volume reading | B |
| While through the window you can see | J |
| In sunny glade entrancing | B |
| With cap and bells beneath a tree | J |
| A jester dancing dancing | B |
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| Which is the fool and which the sage | N |
| I cannot quite discover | O |
| But you may look in learning's page | N |
| And I'll be laughter's lover | O |
| For this our life is none too long | B |
| And hearts were made for gladness | J |
| Let virtue lie in joy and song | B |
| The only sin be sadness | J |
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| So let me troll a jolly air | P |
| Come what come will to morrow | Q |
| I'll be no cabotin of care | P |
| No souteneur of sorrow | Q |
| Let those who will indulge in strife | C |
| To my most merry thinking | B |
| The true philosophy of life | C |
| Is laughing loving drinking | B |
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| And there's that weird and ghastly hag | B |
| Who walks head bent with lips a mutter | O |
| With twitching hands and feet that drag | B |
| And tattered skirts that sweep the gutter | O |
| An outworn harlot lost to hope | R |
| With staring eyes and hair that's hoary | J |
| I hear her gibber dazed with dope | R |
| I often wonder what's her story | J |
Robert William Service
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