The Burial.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDE F GGHH IJJ KKLMNN KKOOO F PPQQLLRR SSTTTKK UUVVWWW XYRRZZZ Z A2NB2NNNC2C2C2D2E2E2 E2D2F2F2F2F2G2G2G2F2 H2H2F2F2Why rings the knell of the funeral bell from a hundred village shrines | A |
Through broad Fingall where hasten all those long and ordered lines | A |
With tear and sigh they're passing by the matron and the maid | B |
Has a hero died is a nation's pride in that cold coffin laid | B |
With frown and curse behind the hearse dark men go tramping on | C |
Has a tyrant died that they cannot hide their wrath till the rites | D |
are done | E |
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THE CHANT | F |
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Ululu ululu high on the wind | G |
There's a home for the slave where no fetters can bind | G |
Woe woe to his slayers comes wildly along | H |
With the trampling of feet and the funeral song | H |
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And now more clear | I |
It swells on the ear | J |
Breathe low and listen 'tis solemn to hear | J |
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Ululu ululu wail for the dead | K |
Green grow the grass of Fingall on his head | K |
And spring flowers blossom 'ere elsewhere appearing | L |
And shamrocks grow thick on the Martyr for Erin | M |
Ululu ululu soft fall the dew | N |
On the feet and the head of the martyred and true | N |
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For awhile they tread | K |
In silence dread | K |
Then muttering and moaning go the crowd | O |
Surging and swaying like mountain cloud | O |
And again the wail comes fearfully loud | O |
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THE CHANT | F |
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Ululu ululu kind was his heart | P |
Walk slower walk slower too soon we shall part | P |
The faithful and pious the Priest of the Lord | Q |
His pilgrimage over he has his reward | Q |
By the bed of the sick lowly kneeling | L |
To God with the raised cross appealing | L |
He seems still to kneel and he seems still to pray | R |
And the sins of the dying seem passing away | R |
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In the prisoner's cell and the cabin so dreary | S |
Our constant consoler he never grew weary | S |
But he's gone to his rest | T |
And he's now with the bless'd | T |
Where tyrant and traitor no longer molest | T |
Ululu ululu wail for the dead | K |
Ululu ululu here is his bed | K |
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Short was the ritual simple the prayer | U |
Deep was the silence and every head bare | U |
The Priest alone standing they knelt all around | V |
Myriads on myriads like rocks on the ground | V |
Kneeling and motionless Dust unto dust | W |
He died as becometh the faithful and just | W |
Placing in God his reliance and trust | W |
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Kneeling and motionless ashes to ashes | X |
Hollow the clay on the coffin lid dashes | Y |
Kneeling and motionless wildly they pray | R |
But they pray in their souls for no gesture have they | R |
Stern and standing oh look on them now | Z |
Like trees to one tempest the multitude bow | Z |
Like the swell of the ocean is rising their vow | Z |
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THE VOW | Z |
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We have bent and borne though we saw him torn from his home by the | A2 |
tyrant's crew | N |
And we bent and bore when he came once more though suffering had | B2 |
pierced him through | N |
And now he is laid beyond our aid because to Ireland true | N |
A martyred man the tyrant's ban the pious patriot slew | N |
And shall we bear and bend for ever | C2 |
And shall no time our bondage sever | C2 |
And shall we kneel but battle never | C2 |
For our own soil | D2 |
And shall our tyrants safely reign | E2 |
On thrones built up of slaves and slain | E2 |
And nought to us and ours remain | E2 |
But chains and toil | D2 |
No round this grave our oath we plight | F2 |
To watch and labour and unite | F2 |
Till banded be the nation's might | F2 |
Its spirit steeled | F2 |
And then collecting all our force | G2 |
We'll cross oppression in its course | G2 |
And die or all our rights enforce | G2 |
On battle field | F2 |
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Like an ebbing sea that will come again | H2 |
Slowly retired that host of men | H2 |
Methinks they'll keep some other day | F2 |
The oath they swore on the martyr's clay | F2 |
Thomas Osborne Davis
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