The Wake Of Tim O'hara Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBBBCCDDEFGGGA AHBHIHJJKKLLBBBA AMAMNMOOBBPPCCCA BQAQBQRRBBLLSSSA ATATUTBBVVBBWWWW WBWBXBWWYYCCWWWW ZBBBWBBBWWYYCCCWTO the Wake of O Hara | A |
Came company | B |
All St Patrick s Alley | B |
Was there to see | B |
With the friends and kinsmen | B |
Of the family | B |
On the long deal table lay Tim in white | C |
And at his pillow the burning light | C |
Pale as himself with the tears on her cheek | D |
The mother receiv d us too full to speak | D |
But she heap d the fire and on the board | E |
Set the black bottle with never a word | F |
While the company gather d one and all | G |
Men and women big and small | G |
Not one in the Alley but felt a call | G |
To the Wake of Tim O Hara | A |
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At the face of O Hara | A |
All white with sleep | H |
Not one of the women | B |
But took a peep | H |
And the wives new wedded | I |
Began to weep | H |
The mothers gather d round about | J |
And prais d the linen and laying out | J |
For white as snow was his winding sheet | K |
And all was peaceful and clean and sweet | K |
And the old wives praising the blessed dead | L |
Were thronging around the old press bed | L |
Where O Hara s widow tatter d and torn | B |
Held to her bosom the babe newborn | B |
And star d all around her with eyes forlorn | B |
At the Wake of Tim O Hara | A |
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For the heart of O Hara | A |
Was good as gold | M |
And the life of O Hara | A |
Was bright and bold | M |
And his smile was precious | N |
To young and old | M |
Gay as a guinea wet or dry | O |
With a smiling mouth and a twinkling eye | O |
Had ever an answer for chaff and fun | B |
Would fight like a lion with any one | B |
Not a neighbor of any trade | P |
But knew some joke that the boy had made | P |
Not a neighbor dull or bright | C |
But minded something frolic or fight | C |
And whisper d it round the fire that night | C |
At the Wake of Tim O Hara | A |
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To God be glory | B |
In death and life | Q |
He s taken O Hara | A |
From trouble and strife | Q |
Said one eyed Biddy | B |
The apple wife | Q |
God bless old Ireland said Mistress Hart | R |
Mother to Mike of the donkey cart | R |
God bless old Ireland till all be done | B |
She never made wake for a better son | B |
And all join d chorus and each one said | L |
Something kind of the boy that was dead | L |
And the bottle went round from lip to lip | S |
And the weeping widow for fellowship | S |
Took the glass of old Biddy and had a sip | S |
At the Wake of Tim O Hara | A |
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Then we drank to O Hara | A |
With drams to the brim | T |
While the face of O Hara | A |
Look d on so grim | T |
In the corpse light shining | U |
Yellow and dim | T |
The cup of liquor went round again | B |
And the talk grew louder at every drain | B |
Louder the tongue of the women grew | V |
The lips of the boys were loosening too | V |
The widow her weary eyelids clos d | B |
And soothed by the drop o drink she doz d | B |
The mother brighten d and laugh d to hear | W |
Of O Hara s fight with the grenadier | W |
And the hearts of all took better cheer | W |
At the Wake of Tim O Hara | W |
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Tho the face of O Hara | W |
Look d on so wan | B |
In the chimney corner | W |
The row began | B |
Lame Tony was in it | X |
The oyster man | B |
For a dirty low thief from the North came near | W |
And whistled Boyne Water in his ear | W |
And Tony with never a word of grace | Y |
Flung out his fist in the blackguard s face | Y |
And the girls and women scream d out for fright | C |
And the men that were drunkest began to fight | C |
Over the tables and chairs they threw | W |
The corpse light tumbled the trouble grew | W |
The newborn join d in the hullabaloo | W |
At the Wake of Tim O Hara | W |
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Be still be silent | Z |
Ye do a sin | B |
Shame be his portion | B |
Who dares begin | B |
T was Father O Connor | W |
Just enter d in | B |
All look d down and the row was done | B |
And sham d and sorry was every one | B |
But the Priest just smil d quite easy and free | W |
Would ye wake the poor boy from his sleep said he | W |
And he said a prayer with a shining face | Y |
Till a kind of brightness fill d the place | Y |
The women lit up the dim corpse light | C |
The men were quieter at the sight | C |
And the peace of the Lord fell on all that night | C |
At the Wake of Tim O Hara | W |
William Cosmo Monkhouse
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