A Radical War Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCBCB DEDEFEFE GEGEDEDE HEHEBEBE IJIJBBBB KEKELMLM NENEEOEM NENEBBBB BBBBPQPR IJIJSESE

Awake arise the hour is comeA
For rows and revolutionsB
There's no receipt like pike and drumA
For crazy constitutionsB
Close close the shop Break break the loomC
Desert your hearths and furrowsB
And throng in arms to seal the doomC
Of England's rotten boroughsB
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We'll stretch that tort'ring CastlereaghD
On his own Dublin rack sirE
We'll drown the King in Eau de vieD
The Laureate in his sack sirE
Old Eldon and his sordid hagF
In molten gold we'll smotherE
And stifle in his own green bagF
The Doctor and his brotherE
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In chains we'll hang in fair GuildhallG
The City's famed recorderE
And next on proud St Stephen's fallG
Though Wynne should squeak to orderE
In vain our tyrants then shall tryD
To 'scape our martial law sirE
In vain the trembling Speaker cryD
That Strangers must withdraw sirE
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Copley to hang offends no textH
A rat is not a man sirE
With schedules and with tax bills nextH
We'll bury pious Van sirE
The slaves who loved the income TaxB
We'll crush by scores like mites sirE
And him the wretch who freed the blacksB
And more enslaved the whites sirE
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The peer shall dangle from his gateI
The bishop from his steepleJ
Till all recanting own the StateI
Means nothing but the PeopleJ
We'll fix the church's revenuesB
On Apostolic basisB
One coat one scrip one pair of shoesB
Shall pay their strange grimacesB
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We'll strap the bar's deluding trainK
In their own darling halterE
And with his big church bible brainK
The parson at the altarE
Hail glorious hour when fair ReformL
Shall bless our longing nationM
And Hunt receive commands to formL
A new administrationM
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Carlisle shall sit enthroned where satN
Our Cranmer and our SeckerE
And Watson show his snow white hatN
In England's rich ExchequerE
The breast of Thistlewood shall wearE
Our Wellesley's star and sash manO
And many a mausoleum fairE
Shall rise to honest CashmanM
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Then then beneath the nine tailed catN
Shall they who used it writhe sirE
And curates lean and rectors fatN
Shall dig the ground they tithe sirE
Down with your Bayleys and your BestsB
Your Giffords and your GurneysB
We'll clear the island of the pestsB
Which mortals name attorneysB
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Down with your sheriffs and your mayorsB
Your registrars and proctorsB
We'll live without the lawyer's caresB
And die without the doctor'sB
No discontented fair shall poutP
To see her spouse so stupidQ
We'll tread the torch of Hymen outP
And live content with CupidR
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Then when the high born and the greatI
Are humbled to our levelJ
On all the wealth of Church and StateI
Like aldermen we'll revelJ
We'll live when hushed the battle's dinS
In smoking and in cards sirE
In drinking unexcised ginS
And wooing fair Poissardes sirE

Thomas Babbington Macaulay



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