The Congo Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDEDDCDCCCFFGHHIJJKL KMMDNDDOCPQRQSTDDUVW XBYYZZFFA2A2XBB2RTRX XX C2 D2E2E2F2F2CFHHG2DXTX D2D2H2H2I2I2J2J2 BK2K2L2L2E2E2G2KKXM2 G2G2N2N2O2P2P2Q2Q2F2 F2R2R2 S2S2CT2U2P2P2P2RTRXP 2CCCR2CV2R2R2 F FG2F2F2G2G2W2W2G2G2K KCBCFX2HHR2R2Y2Y2D2D 2Z2G2R2XX X2G2G2A2A2A3A3R2B3B3 XXFFXG2R2XX WWQQTXXX| A Study of the Negro Race | A |
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| I Their Basic Savagery | B |
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| Fat black bucks in a wine barrel room | C |
| Barrel house kings with feet unstable | D |
| A deep rolling bass | E |
| Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table | D |
| Pounded on the table | D |
| Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom | C |
| Hard as they were able | D |
| Boom boom BOOM | C |
| With a silk umbrella and the handle of a broom | C |
| Boomlay boomlay boomlay BOOM | C |
| THEN I had religion THEN I had a vision | F |
| I could not turn from their revel in derision | F |
| More deliberate Solemnly chanted | G |
| THEN I SAW THE CONGO CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK | H |
| CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST WITH A GOLDEN TRACK | H |
| Then along that riverbank | I |
| A thousand miles | J |
| Tattooed cannibals danced in files | J |
| Then I heard the boom of the blood lust song | K |
| A rapidly piling climax of speed and racket | L |
| And a thigh bone beating on a tin pan gong | K |
| And BLOOD screamed the whistles and the fifes of the warriors | M |
| BLOOD screamed the skull faced lean witch doctors | M |
| Whirl ye the deadly voo doo rattle | D |
| Harry the uplands | N |
| Steal all the cattle | D |
| Rattle rattle rattle rattle | D |
| Bing | O |
| Boomlay boomlay boomlay BOOM | C |
| With a philosophic pause | P |
| A roaring epic rag time tune | Q |
| From the mouth of the Congo | R |
| To the Mountains of the Moon | Q |
| Death is an Elephant | S |
| Shrilly and with a heavily accented metre | T |
| Torch eyed and horrible | D |
| Foam flanked and terrible | D |
| BOOM steal the pygmies | U |
| BOOM kill the Arabs | V |
| BOOM kill the white men | W |
| HOO HOO HOO | X |
| Like the wind in the chimney | B |
| Listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost | Y |
| Burning in Hell for his hand maimed host | Y |
| Hear how the demons chuckle and yell | Z |
| Cutting his hands off down in Hell | Z |
| Listen to the creepy proclamation | F |
| Blown through the lairs of the forest nation | F |
| Blown past the white ants' hill of clay | A2 |
| Blown past the marsh where the butterflies play | A2 |
| Be careful what you do | X |
| All the o sounds very golden Heavy accents very heavy | B |
| Light accents very light Last line whispered | B2 |
| Or Mumbo Jumbo God of the Congo | R |
| And all of the other | T |
| Gods of the Congo | R |
| Mumbo Jumbo will hoo doo you | X |
| Mumbo Jumbo will hoo doo you | X |
| Mumbo Jumbo will hoo doo you | X |
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| II Their Irrepressible High Spirits | C2 |
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| Rather shrill and high | D2 |
| Wild crap shooters with a whoop and a call | E2 |
| Danced the juba in their gambling hall | E2 |
| And laughed fit to kill and shook the town | F2 |
| And guyed the policemen and laughed them down | F2 |
| With a boomlay boomlay boomlay BOOM | C |
| Read exactly as in first section | F |
| THEN I SAW THE CONGO CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK | H |
| CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST WITH A GOLDEN TRACK | H |
| Lay emphasis on the delicate ideas | G2 |
| Keep as light footed as possible | D |
| A negro fairyland swung into view | X |
| A minstrel river | T |
| Where dreams come true | X |
| The ebony palace soared on high | D2 |
| Through the blossoming trees to the evening sky | D2 |
| The inlaid porches and casements shone | H2 |
| With gold and ivory and elephant bone | H2 |
| And the black crowd laughed till their sides were sore | I2 |
| At the baboon butler in the agate door | I2 |
| And the well known tunes of the parrot band | J2 |
| That trilled on the bushes of that magic land | J2 |
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| With pomposity | B |
| A troupe of skull faced witch men came | K2 |
| Through the agate doorway in suits of flame | K2 |
| Yea long tailed coats with a gold leaf crust | L2 |
| And hats that were covered with diamond dust | L2 |
| And the crowd in the court gave a whoop and a call | E2 |
| And danced the juba from wall to wall | E2 |
| With a great deliberation and ghostliness | G2 |
| But the witch men suddenly stilled the throng | K |
| With a stern cold glare and a stern old song | K |
| Mumbo Jumbo will hoo doo you | X |
| With overwhelming assurance good cheer and pomp | M2 |
| Just then from the doorway as fat as shotes | G2 |
| Came the cake walk princes in their long red coats | G2 |
| Canes with a brilliant lacquer shine | N2 |
| And tall silk hats that were red as wine | N2 |
| With growing speed and sharply marked dance rhythm | O2 |
| And they pranced with their butterfly partners there | P2 |
| Coal black maidens with pearls in their hair | P2 |
| Knee skirts trimmed with the jassamine sweet | Q2 |
| And bells on their ankles and little black feet | Q2 |
| And the couples railed at the chant and the frown | F2 |
| Of the witch men lean and laughed them down | F2 |
| O rare was the revel and well worth while | R2 |
| That made those glowering witch men smile | R2 |
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| The cake walk royalty then began | S2 |
| To walk for a cake that was tall as a man | S2 |
| To the tune of Boomlay boomlay BOOM | C |
| With a touch of negro dialect | T2 |
| and as rapidly as possible toward the end | U2 |
| While the witch men laughed with a sinister air | P2 |
| And sang with the scalawags prancing there | P2 |
| Walk with care walk with care | P2 |
| Or Mumbo Jumbo God of the Congo | R |
| And all of the other | T |
| Gods of the Congo | R |
| Mumbo Jumbo will hoo doo you | X |
| Beware beware walk with care | P2 |
| Boomlay boomlay boomlay boom | C |
| Boomlay boomlay boomlay boom | C |
| Boomlay boomlay boomlay boom | C |
| Boomlay boomlay boomlay | R2 |
| BOOM | C |
| Slow philosophic calm | V2 |
| Oh rare was the revel and well worth while | R2 |
| That made those glowering witch men smile | R2 |
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| III The Hope of their Religion | F |
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| Heavy bass With a literal imitation | F |
| of camp meeting racket and trance | G2 |
| A good old negro in the slums of the town | F2 |
| Preached at a sister for her velvet gown | F2 |
| Howled at a brother for his low down ways | G2 |
| His prowling guzzling sneak thief days | G2 |
| Beat on the Bible till he wore it out | W2 |
| Starting the jubilee revival shout | W2 |
| And some had visions as they stood on chairs | G2 |
| And sang of Jacob and the golden stairs | G2 |
| And they all repented a thousand strong | K |
| From their stupor and savagery and sin and wrong | K |
| And slammed with their hymn books till they shook the room | C |
| With glory glory glory | B |
| And Boom boom BOOM | C |
| Exactly as in the first section | F |
| Begin with terror and power end with joy | X2 |
| THEN I SAW THE CONGO CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK | H |
| CUTTING THROUGH THE JUNGLE WITH A GOLDEN TRACK | H |
| And the gray sky opened like a new rent veil | R2 |
| And showed the apostles with their coats of mail | R2 |
| In bright white steele they were seated round | Y2 |
| And their fire eyes watched where the Congo wound | Y2 |
| And the twelve Apostles from their thrones on high | D2 |
| Thrilled all the forest with their heavenly cry | D2 |
| Sung to the tune of Hark ten thousand | Z2 |
| harps and voices | G2 |
| Mumbo Jumbo will die in the jungle | R2 |
| Never again will he hoo doo you | X |
| Never again will he hoo doo you | X |
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| With growing deliberation and joy | X2 |
| Then along that river a thousand miles | G2 |
| The vine snared trees fell down in files | G2 |
| Pioneer angels cleared the way | A2 |
| For a Congo paradise for babes at play | A2 |
| For sacred capitals for temples clean | A3 |
| Gone were the skull faced witch men lean | A3 |
| In a rather high key as delicately as possible | R2 |
| There where the wild ghost gods had wailed | B3 |
| A million boats of the angels sailed | B3 |
| With oars of silver and prows of blue | X |
| And silken pennants that the sun shone through | X |
| 'Twas a land transfigured 'twas a new creation | F |
| Oh a singing wind swept the negro nation | F |
| And on through the backwoods clearing flew | X |
| To the tune of Hark ten thousand harps and voices | G2 |
| Mumbo Jumbo is dead in the jungle | R2 |
| Never again will he hoo doo you | X |
| Never again will he hoo doo you | X |
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| Redeemed were the forests the beasts and the men | W |
| And only the vulture dared again | W |
| By the far lone mountains of the moon | Q |
| To cry in the silence the Congo tune | Q |
| Dying down into a penetrating terrified whisper | T |
| Mumbo Jumbo will hoo doo you | X |
| Mumbo Jumbo will hoo doo you | X |
| Mumbo Jumbo will hoo doo you | X |
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