Anchor Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBCDEEDDD FGHGADIID JBKBLDIID IILILDMMDDD| Heh Walk her round Heave ah heave her short again | A |
| Over snatch her over there and hold her on the pawl | B |
| Loose all sail and brace your yards aback and full | B |
| Ready jib to pay her off and heave short all | B |
| Well ah fare you well we can stay no more with you my love | C |
| Down set down your liquor and your girl from off your knee | D |
| For the wind has come to say | E |
| You must take me while you may | E |
| If you'd go to Mother Carey | D |
| Walk her down to Mother Carey | D |
| Oh we're bound to Mother Carey where she feeds her chicks at sea | D |
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| Heh Walk her round Break ah break it out o' that | F |
| Break our starboard bower out apeak awash and clear | G |
| Port port she casts with the harbour mud beneath her foot | H |
| And that's the last o' bottom we shall see this year | G |
| Well ah fare you well for we've got to take her out again | A |
| Take her out in ballast riding light and cargo free | D |
| And it's time to clear and quit | I |
| When the hawser grips the bitt | I |
| So we'll pay you with the foresheet and a promise from the sea | D |
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| Heh Tally on Aft and walk away with her | J |
| Handsome to the cathead now O tally on the fall | B |
| Stop seize and fish and easy on the davit guy | K |
| Up well up the fluke of her and inboard haul | B |
| Well ah fare you well for the Channel wind's took hold of us | L |
| Choking down our voices as we snatch the gaskets free | D |
| And it's blowing up for night | I |
| And she's dropping light on light | I |
| And she's snorting under bonnets for a breath of open sea | D |
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| Wheel full and by but she'll smell her road alone to night | I |
| Sick she is and harbour sick Oh sick to clear the land | I |
| Roll down to Brest with the old Red Ensign over us | L |
| Carry on and thrash her out with all she'll stand | I |
| Well ah fare you well and it's Ushant slams the door on us | L |
| Whirling like a windmill through the dirty scud to lee | D |
| Till the last last flicker goes | M |
| From the tumbling water rows | M |
| And we're off to Mother Carey | D |
| Walk her down to Mother Carey | D |
| Oh we're bound for Mother Carey where she feeds her chicks at sea | D |
Rudyard Kipling
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