Three Songs To The One Burden Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEFGF E EGHIJEKE E LEEEMEJE E A EENEJOEO E PQEQRSEO E ETETEUVU E A WEXEYWEZ E RXA2XB2EIE E XAIAC2JEJ E

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The Roaring Tinker if you likeB
But Mannion is my nameC
And I beat up the common sortD
And think it is no shameC
The common breeds the commonE
A lout begets a loutF
So when I take on half a scoreG
I knock their heads aboutF
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From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemenE
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All Mannions come from ManannanE
Though rich on every shoreG
He never lay behind four wallsH
He had such characterI
Nor ever made an iron redJ
Nor soldered pot or panE
His roaring and his rantingK
Best please a wandering manE
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From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemenE
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Could Crazy Jane put off old ageL
And ranting time renewE
Could that old god rise up againE
We'd drink a can or twoE
And out and lay our leadershipM
On country and on townE
Throw likely couples into bedJ
And knock the others downE
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From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemenE
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IIA
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My name is Henry MiddletonE
I have a small demesneE
A small forgotten house that's setN
On a storm bitten greenE
I scrub its floors and make my bedJ
I cook and change my plateO
The post and garden boy aloneE
Have keys to my old gateO
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From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemenE
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Though I have locked my gate on themP
I pity all the youngQ
I know what devil's trade they learnE
From those they live amongQ
Their drink their pitch and toss by dayR
Their robbery by nightS
The wisdom of the people's goneE
How can the young go straightO
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From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemenE
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When every Sunday afternoonE
On the Green Lands I walkT
And wear a coat in fashionE
Memories of the talkT
Of henwives and of queer old menE
Brace me and make me strongU
There's not a pilot on the perchV
Knows I have lived so longU
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From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemenE
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IIIA
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Come gather round me players allW
Come praise Nineteen SixteenE
Those from the pit and galleryX
Or from the painted sceneE
That fought in the Post OfficeY
Or round the City HallW
praise every man that came againE
Praise every man that fellZ
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From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemenE
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Who was the first man shot that dayR
The player ConnollyX
Close to the City Hall he diedA2
Catriage and voice had heX
He lacked those years that go with skillB2
But later might have beenE
A famous a brilliant figureI
Before the painted sceneE
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From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemenE
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Some had no thought of victoryX
But had gone out to dieA
That Ireland's mind be greaterI
Her heart mount up on highA
And yet who knows what's yet to comeC2
For patrick pearse had saidJ
That in every generationE
Must Ireland's blood be shedJ
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From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemenE

William Butler Yeats



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