The Poacher. - A Serious Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAB CDED FGHG IJKJ LMNM OPQP RSTS UVWV XYZY A2B2WB2 C2D2AD2 E2F2G2F2 H2H2I2H2 H2H2H2H2| But a bold pheasantry their country's pride | A |
| When once destroyed can never be supplied | A |
| GOLDSMITH | B |
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| Bill Blossom was a nice young man | C |
| And drove the Bury coach | D |
| But bad companions were his bane | E |
| And egg'd him on to poach | D |
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| They taught him how to net the birds | F |
| And how to noose the hare | G |
| And with a wiry terrier | H |
| He often set a snare | G |
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| Each shiny night the moon was bright | I |
| To park preserve and wood | J |
| He went and kept the game alive | K |
| By killing all he could | J |
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| Land owners who had rabbits swore | L |
| That he had this demerit | M |
| Give him an inch of warren he | N |
| Would take a yard of ferret | M |
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| At partridges he was not nice | O |
| And many large and small | P |
| Without Hall's powder without lead | Q |
| Were sent to Leaden Hall | P |
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| He did not fear to take a deer | R |
| From forest park or lawn | S |
| And without courting lord or duke | T |
| Used frequently to fawn | S |
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| Folks who had hares discovered snares | U |
| His course they could not stop | V |
| No barber he and yet he made | W |
| Their hares a perfect crop | V |
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| To pheasant he was such a foe | X |
| He tried the keepers' nerves | Y |
| They swore he never seem'd to have | Z |
| Jam satis of preserves | Y |
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| The Shooter went to beat and found | A2 |
| No sporting worth a pin | B2 |
| Unless he tried the covers made | W |
| Of silver plate or tin | B2 |
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| In Kent the game was little worth | C2 |
| In Surrey not a button | D2 |
| The Speaker said he often tried | A |
| The Manors about Button | D2 |
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| No county from his tricks was safe | E2 |
| In each he tried his lucks | F2 |
| And when the keepers were in Beds | G2 |
| He often was at Bucks | F2 |
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| And when he went to Bucks alas | H2 |
| They always came to Herts | H2 |
| And even Oxon used to wish | I2 |
| That he had his deserts | H2 |
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| But going to his usual Hants | H2 |
| Old Cheshire laid his plots | H2 |
| He got entrapp'd by legal Berks | H2 |
| And lost his life in Notts | H2 |
Thomas Hood
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