How We Kept The Day. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCCDDEEFFGGGHGGI ABBJJKKLLMMNNOOJJGGG HGGI ABBPPQQJJRRSSTTGGGHG GI OBBOOJUOOVUFFQQGGGHG GI OWWXXOOYYZZV JJA2A2JJOOJJB2B2C2C2 GGGHGGI OEEBBD2D2E2E2JJZZJJF 2F2GGGHGGI OG2G2JJH2H2I2I2J2J2V VPPG2G2GGGHGGOII | A |
The great procession came up the street | B |
With clatter of hoofs and tramp of feet | B |
There was General Jones to guide the van | C |
And Corporal Jinks his right hand man | C |
And each was riding his high horse | D |
And each had epaulettes of course | D |
And each had a sash of the bloodiest red | E |
And each had a shako on his head | E |
And each had a sword by his left side | F |
And each had his mustache newly dyed | F |
And that was the way | G |
We kept the day | G |
The great the grand the glorious day | G |
That gave us | H |
Hurray Hurray Hurray | G |
With a battle or two the histories say | G |
Our National Independence | I |
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II | A |
The great procession came up the street | B |
With loud da capo and brazen repeat | B |
There was Hans the leader a Teuton born | J |
A sharp who worried the E flat horn | J |
And Baritone Jake and Alto Mike | K |
Who never played any thing twice alike | K |
And Tenor Tom of conservative mind | L |
Who always came out a note behind | L |
And Dick whose tuba was seldom dumb | M |
And Bob who punished the big bass drum | M |
And when they stopped a minute to rest | N |
The martial band discoursed its best | N |
The ponderous drum and the pointed fife | O |
Proceeded to roll and shriek for life | O |
And Bonaparte Crossed the Rhine anon | J |
And The Girl I Left Behind Me came on | J |
And that was the way | G |
The bands did play | G |
On the loud high toned harmonious day | G |
That gave us | H |
Hurray Hurray Hurray | G |
With some music of bullets our sires would say | G |
Our glorious Independence | I |
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III | A |
The great procession came up the street | B |
With a wagon of virgins sour and sweet | B |
Each bearing the bloom of recent date | P |
Each misrepresenting a single State | P |
There was California pious and prim | Q |
And Louisiana humming a hymn | Q |
The Texas lass was the smallest one | J |
Rhode Island weighed the tenth of a ton | J |
The Empire State was pure as a pearl | R |
And Massachusetts a modest girl | R |
Vermont was red as the blush of a rose | S |
And the goddess sported a turn up nose | S |
And looked free sylph where she painfully sat | T |
The worlds she would give to be out of that | T |
And in this way | G |
The maidens gay | G |
Flashed up the street on the beautiful day | G |
That gave us | H |
Hurray Hurray Hurray | G |
With some sacrifices our mothers would say | G |
Our glorious Independence | I |
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IV | O |
The great procession came up the street | B |
With firemen uniformed flashily neat | B |
There was Tubbs the foreman with voice like five | O |
The happiest proudest man alive | O |
With a trumpet half as long as a gun | J |
Which he used for the glory of Number | U |
There was Nubbs who had climbed a ladder high | O |
And saved a dog that was left to die | O |
There was Cubbs who had dressed in black and blue | V |
The eye of the foreman of Number | U |
And each marched on with steady stride | F |
And each had a look of fiery pride | F |
And each glanced slyly round with a whim | Q |
That all of the girls were looking at him | Q |
And that was the way | G |
With grand display | G |
They marched through the blaze of the glowing day | G |
That gave us | H |
Hurray Hurray Hurray | G |
With some hot fighting our fathers would say | G |
Our glorious Independence | I |
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V | O |
The eager orator took the stand | W |
In the cause of our great and happy land | W |
He aired his own political views | X |
He told us all of the latest news | X |
How the Boston folks one night took tea | O |
Their grounds for steeping it in the sea | O |
What a heap of Britons our fathers did kill | Y |
At the little skirmish of Bunker Hill | Y |
He put us all in anxious doubt | Z |
As to how that matter was coming out | Z |
And when at last he had fought us through | V |
To the bloodless year of ' | - |
'Twas the fervent hope of every one | J |
That he as well as the war was done | J |
But he continued to painfully soar | A2 |
For something less than a century more | A2 |
Until at last he had fairly begun | J |
The wars of eighteen sixty one | J |
And never rested till 'neath the tree | O |
That shadowed the glory of Robert Lee | O |
And then he inquired with martial frown | J |
Americans must we go down | J |
And as an answer from Heaven were sent | B2 |
The stand gave way and down he went | B2 |
A singer or two beneath him did drop | C2 |
A big fat alderman fell atop | C2 |
And that was the way | G |
Our orator lay | G |
Till we fished him out on the eloquent day | G |
That gave us | H |
Hurray Hurray Hurray | G |
With a clash of arms Pat Henry would say | G |
Our wordy Independence | I |
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VI | O |
The marshal his hungry compatriots led | E |
Where Freedom's viands were thickly spread | E |
With all that man or woman could eat | B |
From crisp to sticky from sour to sweet | B |
There were chickens that scarce had learned to crow | D2 |
And veteran roosters of long ago | D2 |
There was one old turkey huge and fierce | E2 |
That was hatched in the days of President Pierce | E2 |
Of which at last with an ominous groan | J |
The parson essayed to swallow a bone | J |
And it took three sinners plucky and stout | Z |
To grapple the evil and bring it out | Z |
And still the dinner went merrily on | J |
And James and Lucy and Hannah and John | J |
Kept winking their eyes and smacking their lips | F2 |
And passing the eatables into eclipse | F2 |
And that was the way | G |
The grand array | G |
Of victuals vanished on that day | G |
That gave us | H |
Hurray Hurray Hurray | G |
With some starvation the records say | G |
Our well fed Independence | I |
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VII | O |
The people went home through the sultry night | G2 |
In a murky mood and a pitiful plight | G2 |
Not more had the rockets' sticks gone down | J |
Than the spirits of them who had been to town | J |
Not more did the fire balloon collapse | H2 |
Than the pride of them who had known mishaps | H2 |
There were feathers ruffled and tempers roiled | I2 |
And several brand new dresses spoiled | I2 |
There were hearts that ached from envy's thorns | J2 |
And feet that twinged with trampled corns | J2 |
There were joys proved empty through and through | V |
And several purses empty too | V |
And some reeled homeward muddled and late | P |
Who hadn't taken their glory straight | P |
And some were fated to lodge that night | G2 |
In the city lock up snug and tight | G2 |
And that was the way | G |
The deuce was to pay | G |
As it always is at the close of the day | G |
That gave us | H |
Hurray Hurray Hurray | G |
With some restrictions the fault finders say | G |
That which please God we will keep for aye | O |
Our National Independence | I |
Will Carleton
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