Celts And Saxons.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEDE A FGFGHIHJ A KLMLNONO P QOQORIRI P SOSOESPS P TUTUVHVH P VSVSWXWX P VVVVSESE| I | A |
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| We hate the Saxon and the Dane | B |
| We hate the Norman men | C |
| We cursed their greed for blood and gain | B |
| We curse them now again | C |
| Yet start not Irish born man | D |
| If you're to Ireland true | E |
| We heed not blood nor creed nor clan | D |
| We have no curse for you | E |
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| II | A |
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| We have no curse for you or yours | F |
| But Friendship's ready grasp | G |
| And Faith to stand by you and yours | F |
| Unto our latest gasp | G |
| To stand by you against all foes | H |
| Howe'er or whence they come | I |
| With traitor arts or bribes or blows | H |
| From England France or Rome | J |
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| III | A |
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| What matter that at different shrines | K |
| We pray unto one God | L |
| What matter that at different times | M |
| Your fathers won this sod | L |
| In fortune and in name we're bound | N |
| By stronger links than steel | O |
| And neither can be safe nor sound | N |
| But in the other's weal | O |
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| IV | P |
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| As Nubian rocks and Ethiop sand | Q |
| Long drifting down the Nile | O |
| Built up old Egypt's fertile land | Q |
| For many a hundred mile | O |
| So Pagan clans to Ireland came | R |
| And clans of Christendom | I |
| Yet joined their wisdom and their fame | R |
| To build a nation from | I |
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| V | P |
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| Here came the brown Phoenician | S |
| The man of trade and toil | O |
| Here came the proud Milesian | S |
| A hungering for spoil | O |
| And the Firbolg and the Cymry | E |
| And the hard enduring Dane | S |
| And the iron Lords of Normandy | P |
| With the Saxons in their train | S |
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| VI | P |
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| And oh it were a gallant deed | T |
| To show before mankind | U |
| How every race and every creed | T |
| Might be by love combined | U |
| Might be combined yet not forget | V |
| The fountains whence they rose | H |
| As filled by many a rivulet | V |
| The stately Shannon flows | H |
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| VII | P |
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| Nor would we wreak our ancient feud | V |
| On Belgian or on Dane | S |
| Nor visit in a hostile mood | V |
| The hearths of Gaul or Spain | S |
| But long as on our country lies | W |
| The Anglo Norman yoke | X |
| Their tyranny we'll stigmatize | W |
| And God's revenge invoke | X |
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| VIII | P |
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| We do not hate we never cursed | V |
| Nor spoke a foeman's word | V |
| Against a man in Ireland nursed | V |
| Howe'er we thought he erred | V |
| So start not Irish born man | S |
| If you're to Ireland true | E |
| We heed not race nor creed nor clan | S |
| We've hearts and hands for you | E |
Thomas Osborne Davis
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