Cupid's Lottery Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBACCDEEDF AAGGAHHIJJIF KLKLMNMN OPOPENEN QAQARSRS QTQTUTUT VWVWXX YYZZF DA2DA2F B2B2AAF| A lottery a Lottery | A |
| In Cupid's court there used to be | A |
| Two roguish eyes | B |
| The highest prize | B |
| In Cupid's scheming Lottery | A |
| And kisses too | C |
| As good as new | C |
| Which weren't very hard to win | D |
| For he who won | E |
| The eyes of fun | E |
| Was sure to have the kisses in | D |
| A Lottery a Lottery etc | F |
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| This Lottery this Lottery | A |
| In Cupid's court went merrily | A |
| And Cupid played | G |
| A Jewish trade | G |
| In this his scheming Lottery | A |
| For hearts we're told | H |
| In shares he sold | H |
| To many a fond believing drone | I |
| And cut the hearts | J |
| In sixteen parts | J |
| So well each thought the whole his own | I |
| Chor A Lottery a Lottery etc | F |
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| Tho' sacred the tie that our country entwineth | K |
| And dear to the heart her remembrance remains | L |
| Yet dark are the ties where no liberty shineth | K |
| And sad the remembrance that slavery stains | L |
| O thou who wert born in the cot of the peasant | M |
| But diest in languor in luxury's dome | N |
| Our vision when absent our glory when present | M |
| Where thou art O Liberty there is my home | N |
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| Farewell to the land where in childhood I've wandered | O |
| In vain is she mighty in vain is she brave | P |
| Unblest is the blood that for tyrants is squandered | O |
| And fame has no wreaths for the brow of the slave | P |
| But hail to thee Albion who meet'st the commotion | E |
| Of Europe as calm as thy cliffs meet the foam | N |
| With no bonds but the law and no slave but the ocean | E |
| Hail Temple of Liberty thou art my home | N |
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| Oh think when a hero is sighing | Q |
| What danger in such an adorer | A |
| What woman can dream' of denying | Q |
| The hand that lays laurels before her | A |
| No heart is so guarded around | R |
| But the smile of the victor will take it | S |
| No bosom can slumber so sound | R |
| But the trumpet of glory will wake it | S |
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| Love sometimes is given to sleeping | Q |
| And woe to the heart that allows him | T |
| For oh neither smiling nor weeping | Q |
| Has power at those moments to rouse him | T |
| But tho' he was sleeping so fast | U |
| That the life almost seemed to forsake him | T |
| Believe me one soul thrilling blast | U |
| From the trumpet of glory would wake him | T |
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| Mr Orator Puff had two tones in his voice | V |
| The one squeaking thus and the other down so | W |
| In each sentence he uttered he gave you your choice | V |
| For one was B alt and the rest G below | W |
| Oh oh Orator Puff | X |
| One voice for one orator's surely enough | X |
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| But he still talked away spite of coughs and of frowns | Y |
| So distracting all ears with his ups and his downs | Y |
| That a wag once on hearing the orator say | Z |
| My voice is for war asked him Which of them pray | Z |
| Oh oh etc | F |
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| Reeling homewards one evening top heavy with gin | D |
| And rehearsing his speech on the weight of the crown | A2 |
| He tript near a sawpit and tumbled right in | D |
| Sinking Fund the last words as his noddle came down | A2 |
| Oh oh etc | F |
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| Help help he exclaimed in his he and she tones | B2 |
| Help me out help me out I have broken my bones | B2 |
| Help you out said a Paddy who passed what a bother | A |
| Why there's two of you there can't you help one another | A |
| Oh I oh etc | F |
Thomas Moore
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