Tim O'gallagher Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEECC CCCCFF GGCCDDCCCCAAHI IIJJEEKLDDDDCCCC CCDDCCMN CCEEDDDDOO CCPPQDQQ LLCCLLMy name is Tim O'Gallagher there's Oirish in that same | A |
My parients from the Imerald Oisle beyant the ocean came | A |
My father came from Donegal my mother came from Clare | B |
But oi was born in Pontiac besoide the Belle Rivi re | C |
Oi spint my choildhood tamin' bears and fellin' timber trays | D |
And catchin' salmon tin fate long and doin' what oi plaze | D |
Oi got my iddication from the Riverind Father Blake | E |
He taught me Latin grammar and he after taught me Grake | E |
Till oi could rade the classics in a distint sort of way | C |
'Twas the sadetoime of the harvist that oi'm rapin' ivery day | C |
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My parients thought me monsthrous shmart of thim 'twas awful koind | C |
And where oi'd go to college now was what perplixed their moind | C |
So they axed the Riverind Father Blake what varsity was bist | C |
To make a docthor bachelor and lawyer and the rist | C |
Said Father Blake If oi must make decision faith oi will | F |
Sure sind the boy to Munthreal there's none loike Ould McGill | F |
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So oi came to Munthreal and found McGill one afternoon | G |
And saw a great excoited crowd all shoutin' out of tune | G |
And in the cintre thorty min was foightin' jist loike mad | C |
And two big fellows on the top of one poor little lad | C |
Oi turned indignant to the crowd and tould them to their face | D |
Ye pack of coward savages onciviloized and base | D |
To stand and see two stalwart min abusin' one that way | C |
Oi loike a gladiatorial show but loike to see fair play | C |
So oi jumped at those two bullies and oi caught thim by the shirt | C |
And oi knocked their hids together and consoigned thim to the dirt | C |
Oi was removed and they were carried home but all the same | A |
Though Ould McGill was two min short she won that football game | A |
They thought oi was a tough gussoon and whin they played agin | H |
They put me in the scrimmage we got thorty foive to tin | I |
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Oi thin wint up to college whin the lictures would begin | I |
Oi attinded ivery licture when oi happened to be in | I |
Got my work up kipt my note books in the illigantist shape | J |
Oi took notes of ivery licture barrin' whin oi was ashlape | J |
But och oi try to do my bist for sure it's Father Blake | E |
As says the foinist faculty is Arts and no mistake | E |
For there they tache philosophy and English literature | K |
The mathematics also and the classic authors sure | L |
Oi larned the Gracian poethry oi larned the Latin prose | D |
Oi know as much about thim both as my profissor knows | D |
How Troy that had for noine long years defoied the Graycian force | D |
Was hors de combat put at last by jist a wooden horse | D |
How Xerxes wipt because his army soon would pass away | C |
And Alexander wipt because there were no more to shlay | C |
How Cato from his toga plucked the Carthaginian fruit | C |
How Brutus murdered Saysar and how Saysar called him Brute | C |
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Oi'd the honor of a mornin' with an influential Med | C |
And he took me to the room in which they mutilate the dead | C |
Oi don't objict to crack a skull or spoil a purty face | D |
But to hack a man who's dead is what oi called extramely base | D |
But all pursonal convictions he explained should be resoigned | C |
For the binifit of scoience and the good of humankoind | C |
And though oi don't at all admoire their ways o' goin' on | M |
Oi'll take a course in Medicine oi will before oi'm gone | N |
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Oi saw the Scoience workshops too and thought whin oi was made | C |
These little hands were niver mint to larn the blacksmith trade | C |
And for that illictricity the thing what gives the shock | E |
They collared old Promaytheus and chained him to a rock | E |
For a playin' with the loightnin' and a raychin to the skoies | D |
And the vultures gnawed his vittles and the crows picked out his oyes | D |
But toimes has changed and larnin' gives us power don't you see | D |
And whin oi'm done with Arts oi'll take that shplindid faculty | D |
For sure it's from their workshops that the solar system's run | O |
Besoides they make the wither too and rigilate the sun | O |
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Oi troied exams at Christmas and oi didn't pass at all | C |
But oi can have another whack at thim nixt spring and fall | C |
In toime oi'll pass in iverything and masther all they taiche | P |
Oi'll go through ivery faculty and come out hid in aiche | P |
And whin oi've conquered all loike Alexander oi will soigh | Q |
There is no more to conquer and oi'll lay me down and doie | D |
They'll birry me with honors and erict in my behalf | Q |
A monimint which shall disphlay the followin' epitaph | Q |
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Here loies shwate Tim O'Gallagher sure he had wits to shpare | L |
His father came from Donegal his mother came from Clare | L |
He was a shplindid scholar for he studied at McGill | C |
He drank the well of larnin' dhroy and faith he got his fill | C |
Was niver mortal craythur larned to such a great degree | L |
B A M A M D C M B SC LL D | L |
W. M. Mackeracher
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