The Three-decker Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBAA CCAA DDAA EEFF AAAA GGAA HIGG GGAA BBAA AAJJ KKAA LLAA| quot The three volume novel is extinct quot | A |
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| Full thirty foot she towered from waterline to rail | B |
| It cost a watch to steer her and a week to shorten sail | B |
| But spite all modern notions I found her first and best | A |
| The only certain packet for the Islands of the Blest | A |
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| Fair held the breeze behind us 'twas warm with lovers' prayers | C |
| We'd stolen wills for ballast and a crew of missing heirs | C |
| They shipped as Able Bastards till the Wicked Nurse confessed | A |
| And they worked the old three decker to the Islands of the Blest | A |
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| By ways no gaze could follow a course unspoiled of Cook | D |
| Per Fancy fleetest in man our titled berths we took | D |
| With maids of matchless beauty and parentage unguessed | A |
| And a Church of England parson for the Islands of the Blest | A |
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| We asked no social questions we pumped no hidden shame | E |
| We never talked obstetrics when the Little Stranger came | E |
| We left the Lord in Heaven we left the fiends in Hell | F |
| We weren't exactly Yussufs but Zuleika didn't tell | F |
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| No moral doubt assailed us so when the port we neared | A |
| The villain had his flogging at the gangway and we cheered | A |
| 'Twas fiddle in the forc's'le 'twas garlands on the mast | A |
| For every one got married and I went ashore at last | A |
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| I left 'em all in couples a kissing on the decks | G |
| I left the lovers loving and the parents signing cheques | G |
| In endless English comfort by county folk caressed | A |
| I left the old three decker at the Islands of the Blest | A |
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| That route is barred to steamers you'll never lift again | H |
| Our purple painted headlands or the lordly keeps of Spain | I |
| They're just beyond your skyline howe'er so far you cruise | G |
| In a ram you damn you liner with a brace of bucking screws | G |
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| Swing round your aching search light 'twill show no haven's peace | G |
| Ay blow your shrieking sirens to the deaf gray bearded seas | G |
| Boom out the dripping oil bags to skin the deep's unrest | A |
| And you aren't one knot the nearer to the Islands of the Blest | A |
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| But when you're threshing crippled with broken bridge and rail | B |
| At a drogue of dead convictions to hold you head to gale | B |
| Calm as the Flying Dutchman from truck to taffrail dressed | A |
| You'll see the old three decker for the Islands of the Blest | A |
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| You'll see her tiering canvas in sheeted silver spread | A |
| You'll hear the long drawn thunder 'neath her leaping figure head | A |
| While far so far above you her tall poop lanterns shine | J |
| Unvexed by wind or weather like the candles round a shrine | J |
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| Hull down hull down and under she dwindles to a speck | K |
| With noise of pleasant music and dancing on her deck | K |
| All's well all's well aboard her she's left you far behind | A |
| With a scent of old world roses through the fog that ties you blind | A |
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| Her crew are babes or madmen Her port is all to make | L |
| You're manned by Truth and Science and you steam for steaming's sake | L |
| Well tinker up your engines you know your business best | A |
| She 's taking tired people to the Islands of the Blest | A |
Rudyard Kipling
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