A Sailor's Apology For Bow-legs. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCBBC DEDDEFFEGHHG IJHJKKAAKALAMML NOONPBPBQBQBRSRTTS BSBSAAAAA UVUVVBBOABBA SASASOAOBOABBThere's some is born with their straight legs by natur | A |
And some is born with bow legs from the first | B |
And some that should have grow'd a good deal straighter | A |
But they were badly nurs'd | B |
And set you see like Bacchus with their pegs | C |
Astride of casks and kegs | C |
I've got myself a sort of bow to larboard | B |
And starboard | B |
And this is what it was that warp'd my legs | C |
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'Twas all along of Poll as I may say | D |
That foul'd my cable when I ought to slip | E |
But on the tenth of May | D |
When I gets under weigh | D |
Down there in Hertfordshire to join my ship | E |
I sees the mail | F |
Get under sail | F |
The only one there was to make the trip | E |
Well I gives chase | G |
But as she run | H |
Two knots to one | H |
There warn't no use in keeping on the race | G |
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Well casting round about what next to try on | I |
And how to spin | J |
I spies an ensign with a Bloody Lion | H |
And bears away to leeward for the inn | J |
Beats round the gable | K |
And fetches up before the coach horse stable | K |
Well there they stand four kickers in a row | A |
And so | A |
I just makes free to cut a brown 'un's cable | K |
But riding isn't in a seaman's natur | A |
So I whips out a toughish end of yarn | L |
And gets a kind of sort of a land waiter | A |
To splice me heel to heel | M |
Under the she mare's keel | M |
And off I goes and leaves the inn a starn | L |
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My eyes how she did pitch | N |
And wouldn't keep her own to go in no line | O |
Tho' I kept bowsing bowsing at her bow line | O |
But always making lee way to the ditch | N |
And yaw'd her head about all sorts of ways | P |
The devil sink the craft | B |
And wasn't she trimendus slack in stays | P |
We couldn't no how keep the inn abaft | B |
Well I suppose | Q |
We hadn't run a knot or much beyond | B |
What will you have on it but off she goes | Q |
Up to her bends in a fresh water pond | B |
There I am all a back | R |
So I looks forward for her bridle gears | S |
To heave her head round on the t'other tack | R |
But when I starts | T |
The leather parts | T |
And goes away right over by the ears | S |
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What could a fellow do | B |
Whose legs like mine you know we're in the bilboes | S |
But trim myself upright for bringing to | B |
And square his yard arms and brace up his elbows | S |
In rig all snug and clever | A |
Just while his craft was taking in her water | A |
I didn't like my berth tho' howsomdever | A |
Because the yarn you see kept getting tauter | A |
Says I I wish this job was rayther shorter | A |
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The chase had gain'd a mile | U |
A head and still the she mare stood a drinking | V |
Now all the while | U |
Her body didn't take of course to shrinking | V |
Says I she's letting out her reefs I'm thinking | V |
And so she swell'd and swell'd | B |
And yet the tackle held | B |
'Till both my legs began to bend like winkin | O |
My eyes but she took in enough to founder | A |
And there's my timbers straining every bit | B |
Ready to split | B |
And her tarnation hull a growing rounder | A |
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Well there off Hertford Ness | S |
We lay both lash'd and water logg'd together | A |
And can't contrive a signal of distress | S |
Thinks I we must ride out this here foul weather | A |
Tho' sick of riding out and nothing less | S |
When looking round I sees a man a starn | O |
Hollo says I come underneath her quarter | A |
And hands him out my knife to cut the yarn | O |
So I gets off and lands upon the road | B |
And leaves the she mare to her own consarn | O |
A standing by the water | A |
If I get on another I'll be blow'd | B |
And that's the way you see my legs got bow'd | B |
Thomas Hood
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