Song Of The Sardine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBCCDD EEBBBFGG BDBDD| A fat man sat in an orchestra stall and his cheeks were wet with tears | A |
| As he gazed at the primadonna tall whom he hadn't seen in years | B |
| Oh don't you remember he murmured low that Spring in Montparnasse | B |
| When hand in hand we used to go to our nightly singing class | B |
| Ah me those days so gay and glad so full of hope and cheer | C |
| And that little super that we had of tinned sardines and beer | C |
| When you looked so like a little queen with your proud and haughty air | D |
| That I took from the box the last sardine and I twined it in your hair | D |
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| Alas I am only a stockbroker now while you are high and great | E |
| The laurels of fame adorn your brow while on you Princes wait | E |
| And as I sit so sadly here and list to your thrilling tones | B |
| You cannot remember I sadly fear if my name is Smith or jones | B |
| Yet Oh those days of long ago when I had scarce a sou | B |
| And as my bitter tears down flow I think again of you | F |
| And once again I seem to see that mad of sweet sixteen | G |
| Within whose tresses tenderly I twined that bright sardine | G |
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| Chorus | B |
| Oh that sardine in your hair I can see it shining there | D |
| As I took it from its box And I twined it in your locks | B |
| Silver sardine in your hair Like a jewel rich and rare | D |
| Oh that little silver sardine in your hair | D |
Robert William Service
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