The Supper Superstition. - A Pathetic Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDC EDFD GCHC I JKLK I MNON I IPQP I RSTS I UCU S VEWE S XSYS S ZA2SA2 S B2SIS S C2D2E2D2 I F2XCX I D2G2SG2 I DSH2S I ESSSOh flesh flesh how art thou fishified MERCUTIO | A |
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I | - |
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'Twas twelve o'clock by Chelsea chimes | B |
When all in hungry trim | C |
Good Mister Jupp sat down to sup | D |
With wife and Kate and Jim | C |
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II | - |
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Said he Upon this dainty cod | E |
How bravely I shall sup | D |
When whiter than the tablecloth | F |
A GHOST came rising up | D |
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III | - |
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O father dear O mother dear | G |
Dear Kate and brother Jim | C |
You know when some one went to sea | H |
Don't cry but I am him | C |
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IV | I |
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You hope some day with fond embrace | J |
To greet your absent Jack | K |
But oh I am come here to say | L |
I'm never coming back | K |
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V | I |
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From Alexandria we set sail | M |
With corn and oil and figs | N |
But steering 'too much Sow ' we struck | O |
Upon the Sow and Pigs | N |
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VI | I |
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The ship we pumped till we could see | I |
Old England from the tops | P |
When down she went with all our hands | Q |
Right in the Channel's Chops | P |
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VII | I |
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Just give a look in Norey's chart | R |
The very place it tells | S |
I think it says twelve fathom deep | T |
Clay bottom mixed with shells | S |
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VIII | I |
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Well there we are till 'hands aloft ' | - |
We have at last a call | U |
The pug I had for brother Jim | C |
Kate's parrot too and all | U |
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IX | S |
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But oh my spirit cannot rest | V |
In Davy Joneses sod | E |
Till I've appeared to you and said | W |
Don't sup on that 'ere Cod | E |
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X | S |
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You live on land and little think | X |
What passes in the sea | S |
Last Sunday week at P M | Y |
That Cod was picking me | S |
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XI | S |
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Those oysters too that look so plump | Z |
And seem so nicely done | A2 |
They put my corpse in many shells | S |
Instead of only one | A2 |
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XII | S |
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Oh do not eat those oysters then | B2 |
And do not touch the shrimps | S |
When I was in my briny grave | I |
They sucked my blood like imps | S |
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XIII | S |
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Don't eat what brutes would never eat | C2 |
The brutes I used to pat | D2 |
They'll know the smell they used to smell | E2 |
Just try the dog and cat | D2 |
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XIV | I |
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The spirit fled they wept his fate | F2 |
And cried Alack alack | X |
At last up started brother Jim | C |
Let's try if Jack was Jack | X |
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XV | I |
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They called the Dog they called the Cat | D2 |
And little Kitten too | G2 |
And down they put the Cod and sauce | S |
To see what brutes would do | G2 |
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XVI | I |
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Old Tray licked all the oysters up | D |
Puss never stood at crimps | S |
But munched the Cod and little Kit | H2 |
Quite feasted on the shrimps | S |
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XVII | I |
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The thing was odd and minus Cod | E |
And sauce they stood like posts | S |
Oh prudent folks for fear of hoax | S |
Put no belief in Ghosts | S |
Thomas Hood
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