Lieutenant Luff Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GHIJHKLK MNONPGQG GGGGHRGR GSTSUVGV WXGXYGZG A2GHGB2C2D2E2 GF2IG2H2GGG| All you that are too fond of wine | A |
| Or any other stuff | B |
| Take warning by the dismal fate | C |
| Of one Lieutenant Luff | B |
| A sober man he might have been | D |
| Except in one regard | E |
| He did not like soft water | F |
| So he took to drinking hard | E |
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| Said he Let others fancy slops | G |
| And talk in praise of Tea | H |
| But I am no Bohemian | I |
| So do not like Bohea | J |
| If wine's a poison so is Tea | H |
| Though in another shape | K |
| What matter whether one is kill'd | L |
| By canister or grape | K |
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| According to this kind of taste | M |
| Did he indulge his drouth | N |
| And being fond of Port he made | O |
| A port hole of his mouth | N |
| A single pint he might have sipp'd | P |
| And not been out of sorts | G |
| In geologic phrase the rock | Q |
| He split upon was quarts | G |
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| To hold the mirror up to vice | G |
| With him was hard alas | G |
| The worse for wine he often was | G |
| But not before a glass | G |
| No kind and prudent friend had he | H |
| To bid him drink no more | R |
| The only chequers in his course | G |
| Where at a tavern door | R |
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| Full soon the sad effects of this | G |
| His frame began to show | S |
| For that old enemy the gout | T |
| Had taken him in toe | S |
| And join'd with this an evil came | U |
| Of quite another sort | V |
| For while he drank himself his purse | G |
| Was getting something short | V |
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| For want of cash he soon had pawn'd | W |
| One half that he possessed | X |
| And drinking showed him duplicates | G |
| Beforehand of the rest | X |
| So now his creditors resolved | Y |
| To seize on his assets | G |
| For why they found that his half pay | Z |
| Did not half pay his debts | G |
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| But Luff contrived a novel mode | A2 |
| His creditors to chouse | G |
| For his own execution he | H |
| Put into his own house | G |
| A pistol to the muzzle charged | B2 |
| He took devoid of fear | C2 |
| Said he This barrel is my last | D2 |
| So now for my last bier | E2 |
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| Against his lungs he aimed the slugs | G |
| And not against his brain | F2 |
| So he blew out his lights and none | I |
| Could blow them in again | G2 |
| A Jury for a Verdict met | H2 |
| And gave in it these terms | G |
| We find as how as certain slugs | G |
| Has sent him to the worms | G |
Thomas Hood
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