The Merchantmen Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFFF FGFG HIJIKLML NOCOPQOQ BOFONRSR LTLTTLBL UOUOBFOF TVTVLOUO FFBFOTTT TLQLFOFO TTTTOWTW TCXCTOLO FFFF| King Solomon drew merchantmen | A |
| Because of his desire | B |
| For peacocks apes and ivory | C |
| From Tarshish unto Tyre | D |
| With cedars out of Lebanon | E |
| Which Hiram rafted down | F |
| But we be only sailormen | F |
| That use in London Town | F |
| - | |
| Coastwise cross seas round the world and back again | F |
| Where the flaw shall head us or the full Trade suits | G |
| Plain sail storm sail lay your board and tack again | F |
| And that's the way we'll pay Paddy Doyle for his boots | G |
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| We bring no store of ingots | H |
| Of spice or precious stones | I |
| But that we have we gathered | J |
| With sweat and aching bones | I |
| In flame beneath the tropics | K |
| In frost upon the floe | L |
| And jeopardy of every wind | M |
| That does between them go | L |
| - | |
| And some we got by purchase | N |
| And some we had by trade | O |
| And some we found by courtesy | C |
| Of pike and carronade | O |
| At midnight 'mid sea meetings | P |
| For charity to keep | Q |
| And light the rolling homeward bound | O |
| That rode a foot too deep | Q |
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| By sport of bitter weather | B |
| We're walty strained and scarred | O |
| From the kentledge on the kelson | F |
| To the slings upon the yard | O |
| Six oceans had their will of us | N |
| To carry all away | R |
| Our galley's in the Baltic | S |
| And our boom's in Mossel Bay | R |
| - | |
| We've floundered off the Texel | L |
| Awash with sodden deals | T |
| We've slipped from Valparaiso | L |
| With the Norther at our heels | T |
| We've ratched beyond the Crossets | T |
| That tusk the Southern Pole | L |
| And dipped our gunnels under | B |
| To the dread Agulhas roll | L |
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| Beyond all outer charting | U |
| We sailed where none have sailed | O |
| And saw the land lights burning | U |
| On islands none have hailed | O |
| Our hair stood up for wonder | B |
| But when the night was done | F |
| There danced the deep to windward | O |
| Blue empty 'neath the sun | F |
| - | |
| Strange consorts rode beside us | T |
| And brought us evil luck | V |
| The witch fire climbed our channels | T |
| And flared on vane and truck | V |
| Till through the red tornado | L |
| That lashed us nigh to blind | O |
| We saw The Dutchman plunging | U |
| Full canvas head to wind | O |
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| We've heard the Midnight Leadsman | F |
| That calls the black deep down | F |
| Ay thrice we've heard The Swimmer | B |
| The Thing that may not drown | F |
| On frozen bunt and gasket | O |
| The sleet cloud drave her hosts | T |
| When manned by more than signed with us | T |
| We passed the Isle o' Ghosts | T |
| - | |
| And north amid the hummocks | T |
| A biscuit toss below | L |
| We met the silent shallop | Q |
| That frighted whalers know | L |
| For down a cruel ice lane | F |
| That opened as he sped | O |
| We saw dead Henry Hudson | F |
| Steer North by West his dead | O |
| - | |
| So dealt God's waters with us | T |
| Beneath the roaring skies | T |
| So walked His signs and marvels | T |
| All naked to our eyes | T |
| But we were heading homeward | O |
| With trade to lose or make | W |
| Good Lord they slipped behind us | T |
| In the tailing of our wake | W |
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| Let go let go the anchors | T |
| Now shamed at heart are we | C |
| To bring so poor a cargo home | X |
| That had for gift the sea | C |
| Let go the great bow anchors | T |
| Ah fools were we and blind | O |
| The worst we stored with utter toil | L |
| The best we left behind | O |
| - | |
| Coastwise cross seas round the world and back again | F |
| Whither flaw shall fail us or the Trades drive down | F |
| Plain sail storm sail lay your board and tack again | F |
| And all to bring a cargo up to London Town | F |
Rudyard Kipling
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