Philadelphia Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBBBCB DAEA ABFBGHIH JAKA ALBLMNBN OACA APBPQRAASATABA

If you're off to Philadelphia in the morningA
You mustn't take my stories for a guideB
There's little left indeed of the city you will read ofC
And all the folk I write about have diedB
Now few will understand if you mention TalleyrandB
Or remember what his cunning and his skill didB
And the cabmen at the wharf do not know Count ZinzendorfC
Nor the Church in Philadelphia he buildedB
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It is gone gone gone with lost AtlantisD
Never say I didn't give you warningA
In Seventeen Ninety three 'twas there for all to seeE
But it's not in Philadelphia this morningA
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If you're off to Philadelphia in the morningA
You mustn't go by anything I've saidB
Bob Bicknell's Southern Stages have been laid aside for agesF
But the Limited will take you there insteadB
Toby Hirte can't be seen at One Hundred and EighteenG
North Second Street no matter when you callH
And I fear you'll search in vain for the wash house down the laneI
Where Pharaoh played the fiddle at the ballH
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It is gone gone gone with Thebes the GoldenJ
Never say I didn't give you warningA
In Seventeen Ninety four 'twas a famous dancing floorK
But it's not in Philadelphia this morningA
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If you're off to Philadelphia in the morningA
You must telegraph for rooms at some HotelL
You needn't try your luck at Epply's or quot The Buck quotB
Though the Father of his Country liked them wellL
It is not the slightest use to inquire for Adam GoosM
Or to ask where Pastor Meder has removed soN
You must treat as out of date the story I relateB
Of the Church in Philadelphia he loved soN
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He is gone gone gone with Martin LutherO
Never say I didn't give you warningA
In Seventeen Ninety five he was rest his soul aliveC
But he's not in Philadelphia this morningA
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If you're off to Philadelphia this morningA
And wish to prove the truth of what I sayP
I pledge my word you'll find the pleasant land behindB
Unaltered since Red Jacket rode that wayP
Still the pine woods scent the noon still the catbird sings hisQ
tuneR
Still autumn sets the maple forest blazingA
Still the grape vine through the dusk flings her soul compellingA
muskS
Still the fire flies in the corn make night amazingA
They are there there there with Earth immortalT
Citizens I give you friendly warningA
The thins that truly last when men and times have passedB
They are all in Pennsylvania this morningA

Rudyard Kipling



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