The Petition Of The Orangemen Of Ireland Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ KGKG ALAL MNMO PQRQ STSF EGEU VWVWWX

To the people of England the humble PetitionA
Of Ireland's disconsolate Orangemen showingB
That sad very sad is our present conditionA
Our jobbing all gone and our noble selves goingB
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That forming one seventh within a few fractionsC
Of Ireland's seven millions of hot heads and heartsD
We hold it the basest of all base transactionsC
To keep us from murdering the other six partsD
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That as to laws made for the good of the manyE
We humbly suggest there is nothing less trueF
As all human laws and our own more than anyE
Are made by and for a particular fewF
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That much it delights every true Orange brotherG
To see you in England such ardor evinceH
In discussing which sect most tormented the otherG
And burned with most gusto some hundred years sinceH
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That we love to behold while old England grows faintI
Messrs Southey and Butler nigh coming to blowsJ
To decide whether Dunstan that strong bodied SaintI
Ever truly and really pulled the De'il's noseJ
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Whether t'other Saint Dominic burnt the De'il's pawK
Whether Edwy intrigued with Elgiva's odd motherG
And many such points from which Southey can drawK
Conclusions most apt for our hating each otherG
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That 'tis very well known this devout Irish nationA
Has now for some ages gone happily onL
Believing in two kinds of SubstantiationA
One party in Trans and the other in ConL
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That we your petitioning Cons have in rightM
Of the said monosyllable ravaged the landsN
And embezzled the goods and annoyed day and nightM
Both the bodies and souls of the sticklers for TransO
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That we trust to Peel Eldon and other such sagesP
For keeping us still in the same state of mindQ
Pretty much as the world used to be in those agesR
When still smaller syllables maddened mankindQ
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When the words ex and per served as well to annoyS
One's neighbors and friends with as con and trans nowT
And Christians like Southey who stickled for oiS
Cut the throats of all Christians who stickled for ouF
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That relying on England whose kindness alreadyE
So often has helpt us to play this game o'erG
We have got our red coats and our carabines readyE
And wait but the word to show sport as beforeU
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That as to the expense the few millions or soV
Which for all such diversions John Bull has to payW
'Tis at least a great comfort to John Bull to knowV
That to Orangemen's pockets 'twill all find its wayW
For which your petitioners ever will prayW
Etc etc etc etc etcX

Thomas Moore



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