The Rose Delima Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCDCEEFGHGDHDHI JKLMHNOM PQHHRBH LSTBSHOB LLMEHMLE SBSCULHC BHBEH VHDHNHL HBLWSLW HLHWDL LXLLDX SBLLHBH HYDBLLB SLDLHY BHXSD LLHELLE HXLYBXY LHDHBBH HBLZLHLH LBLL BDLL LDYHBBH LLLYLHLY HWHLLDHL DLHDXLLD XHBHBAOH BLLBXLLB LYHXLLLX AYLXL HX BHLHYLLH LYLLLLOL HHLLHDLL BHLLLLHL LHLHWDLB| You can sew heem up in a canvas sack | A |
| An' t'row heem over boar' | B |
| You can wait till de ship she 's comin' back | A |
| Den bury heem on de shore | B |
| For dead man w'en he 's dead for sure | B |
| Ain't good for not'ing at all | C |
| An' he 'll stay on de place you put heem | D |
| Till he hear dat bugle call | C |
| Dey say will soun' on de las' las' day | E |
| W'en ev'ry t'ing 's goin' for pass away | E |
| But down on de Gulf of St Laurent | F |
| W'ere de sea an' de reever meet | G |
| An' off on St Pierre de Miquelon | H |
| De chil'ren on de street | G |
| Can tole you story of Pierre Guillaume | D |
| De sailor of St Yvonne | H |
| Dat 's bringin' de Rose Delima home | D |
| Affer he 's dead an' gone | H |
| I | |
| - | |
| He was stretch heem on de bed an' he could | J |
| n't raise hees head | K |
| So dey place heem near de winder w'ere he | L |
| can look below | M |
| An' watch de schooner lie wit' her topmas' on | H |
| de sky | N |
| An' oh how mad it mak' heem ole Cap | O |
| tinne Baribeau | M |
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| For she 's de fines' boat dat never was afloat | P |
| From de harbour of St Simon to de shore of | Q |
| New fun lan' | H |
| She can almos' dance a reel an' de sea shell on | H |
| her keel | R |
| Wall you count dem very easy on de finger | B |
| of your han' | H |
| - | |
| But de season 's flyin' fas' an' de fall is nearly | L |
| pas' | S |
| An' de leetle Rose Delima she 's doin' not | T |
| 'ing dere | B |
| Only pullin' on her chain an' wishin' once | S |
| again | H |
| She was w'ere de black fish tumble an jomp | O |
| upon de air | B |
| - | |
| But who can tak' her out for she 's got de | L |
| tender mout' | L |
| Lak a trotter on de race course dat's mebbe | M |
| run away | E |
| If he 's not jus' handle so an' ole Captinne | H |
| Baribeau | M |
| Was de only man can sail her dat 's w'at | L |
| dey offen say | E |
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| An' now he's lyin' dere w'ere de breeze is | S |
| blow hees hair | B |
| An' he's hearin' ev'ry morning de Rose | S |
| Delima call | C |
| Sayin' 'Come along wit' me an' we 'll off | U |
| across de sea | L |
| For I'm lonesome waitin' for you Captinne | H |
| Paul | C |
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| 'On Anticosti shore we hear de breaker roar | B |
| An' reef of dead Man's Islan' too we know | H |
| But we never miss de way no matter night or | B |
| day | E |
| De Rose Delima schooner an' Captinne | H |
| Baribeau ' | - |
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| De Captinne cry out den so de house is shake | V |
| again | H |
| 'Come here come here an' quickly ma | D |
| daughter Virginie | H |
| An' let me hol' your han' for so long as I | N |
| can stan' | H |
| I'll tak' de Rose Delima an' sail her off to | L |
| sea ' | - |
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| 'No no ma fader dear you 're better stayin' | H |
| here | B |
| Till de cherry show her blossom on de | L |
| spring | W |
| For de loon he 's flyin' sout' an' de fall is | S |
| nearly out | L |
| W'en de wil' bird of de nort' is on de wing | W |
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| 'But fader dear I know de man can go below | H |
| Wit' leetle Rose Delima on St Pierre de | L |
| Miquelon | H |
| Hees nam' is Pierre Guillaume an' he 'll bring | W |
| de schooner home | D |
| Till she 's t'rowin' out her anchor on de port | L |
| of St Simon ' | - |
| - | |
| 'Ha Ha ma Virginie it is n't hard to see | L |
| You lak dat smart young sailor man youse'f | X |
| I s'pose he love you too but I tole you w'at | L |
| I do | L |
| W'en I have some leetle talk wit' heem | D |
| mese'f | X |
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| 'So call heem up de stair' an' w'en he 's | S |
| stannin' dere | B |
| De Captinne say 'Young feller you see | L |
| how sick I be | L |
| De poor ole Baribeau has n't very much below | H |
| Beside de Rose Delima an' hees daughter | B |
| Virginie | H |
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| 'An' I know your fader well he 's fine man | H |
| too No l | Y |
| An' hees nam' was comin' offen on ma | D |
| prayer | B |
| An' if your sailor blood she 's only half as good | L |
| You can sail de Rose Delima from here to | L |
| any w'ere | B |
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| 'You love ma Virginie wall if you promise | S |
| me | L |
| You bring de leetle schooner safely home | D |
| From St Pierre de Miquelon to de port of St | L |
| Simon | H |
| You can marry on my daughter Pierre Guil | Y |
| laume ' | - |
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| An' Pierre he answer den 'Ma fader was your | B |
| frien' | H |
| An' it 's true your daughter Virginie I love | X |
| Dat schooner she 'll come home or ma nam' 's | S |
| not Pierre Guillaume | D |
| I swear by all de angel up above ' | - |
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| So de wil' bird goin' out sout' see her shake de | L |
| canvas out | L |
| An' soon de Rose Delima she 's flyin' down | H |
| de bay | E |
| An' poor young Virginie so long as she can see | L |
| Kip watchin' on dat schooner till at las' | L |
| she 's gone away | E |
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| Ho ho for Gasp cliff w' en de win' is blowin' | H |
| stiff | X |
| Ho ho for Anticosti w'ere bone of dead | L |
| man lie | Y |
| De sailor cimetiere God help de beeg ship dere | B |
| if dey come too near de islan' w'en de wave | X |
| she 's runnin' high | Y |
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| It 's locky t' ing he know de way he ought to | L |
| go | H |
| It 's locky too de star above he know dem | D |
| ev'ry wan | H |
| For God he mak' de star was shinin' up so far | B |
| So he trus no oder compass young Pierre | B |
| of St Yvonne | H |
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| An' de schooner sail away pas' Wolf Islan' an' | H |
| Cape Ray | B |
| W'ere de beeg wave fight each oder roun' de | L |
| head of ole Pointe Blanc | Z |
| Only gettin' pleasan' win' till she tak' de | L |
| canvas in | H |
| An' drop de anchor over on St Pierre de | L |
| Miquelon | H |
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| We're glad to see some more de girl upon de | L |
| shore | B |
| An' Jean Barbette was kipin' Hotel de Sans | L |
| souci | L |
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| He 's also glad we come 'cos we mak' de rafter | B |
| hum | D |
| An' w'en we 're stayin' dere ma foi we | L |
| spen' de monee free | L |
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| But Captinne Pierre Guillaume might jus' as | L |
| well be home | D |
| For he don 't forget his sweetheart an' ole | Y |
| man Baribeau | H |
| An' so he stay on boar' an' fifty girl or more | B |
| Less dey haul heem on de bowline dey | B |
| could n't mak' heem go | H |
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| Wall we 're workin' hard an' fas' an' de | L |
| cargo 's on at las' | L |
| Two honder cask of w'isky de fines' on de | L |
| worl' | Y |
| So good bye to Miquelon an' hooraw for St | L |
| Simon | H |
| An' au revoir to Jean Barbette an' don 't | L |
| forget de girl | Y |
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| You can hear de schooner sing w'en she open | H |
| out her wing | W |
| So glad to feel de slappin' of de sea wave on | H |
| her breas' | L |
| She did n't los' no tam but travel jus' de | L |
| sam' | D |
| As de small bird w'en he 's flyin' on de even | H |
| ing to hees nes' | L |
| - | |
| But her sail 's not blowin' out wit' de warm | D |
| breeze out de sout' | L |
| An' it 's not too easy tellin' w'ere de snow | H |
| flake meet de foam | D |
| Stretchin' out on ev'ry side all across de Gulf | X |
| so wide | L |
| W'en de nor' eas' win' is chasin' de Rose | L |
| Delima home | D |
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| An' we 're flyin' once again pas' de Isle of | X |
| Madeleine | H |
| An' away for Anticosti we let de schooner | B |
| go | H |
| Lak a race horse on de track we could never | B |
| hol' her back | A |
| She mebbe hear heem callin' her ole Cap | O |
| tinne Baribeau | H |
| - | |
| But we 're ketchin' it wan night w'en de star | B |
| go out of sight | L |
| For de storm dat 's waitin' for us come be | L |
| fore we know it 's dere | B |
| An' it blow us near de coas' w'ere dey leev' | X |
| de sailor's ghos' | L |
| On de shore of Dead Man 's Islan' till dey | L |
| almos' fill de air | B |
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| So de Captinne tak' de wheel an' it mak' de | L |
| schooner feel | Y |
| Jus' de sam' as ole man Baribeau is workin' | H |
| dere hese'f | X |
| Well she know it 's life or deat' so she 's | L |
| fightin' hard for breat' | L |
| For wit' all dem wave a chokin' her it 's | L |
| leetle she got lef' | X |
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| Den de beeges' sea of all stannin' up dere lak | A |
| a wall | Y |
| Come along an' sweep de leetle Rose De | L |
| lima for an' af' | X |
| An' above de storm a cry 'Help mon Dieu | L |
| before I die ' | - |
| An' dere 's no wan on de wheel house an' | H |
| we hear dem spirit laugh | X |
| - | |
| Dey 're lookin' for dead man an' dey 're | B |
| shoutin' all dey can | H |
| Don 't matter all de pile dey got dey want | L |
| anoder wan | H |
| An' now dey 're laughin' loud for out of all | Y |
| de crowd | L |
| Dey got no finer sailor boy dan Pierre of St | L |
| Yvonne | H |
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| But look dere on de wheel a'at 's dat was | L |
| seem to steal | Y |
| From now'ere out of not'ing till it reach de | L |
| pilot 's place | L |
| An' steer de rudder too lak de Captinne used | L |
| to do | L |
| So lak' de Captinne 's body so lak de Cap | O |
| tinne's face | L |
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| But well enough we know de poor boy's gone | H |
| below | H |
| W'ere hees bone will join de oder on de | L |
| place w'ere dead man be | L |
| An' we only see phantome of young captinne | H |
| Pierre Guillaume | D |
| Dat sail de Rose Delima all night along de | L |
| sea | L |
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| So we help heem all we can kip de schooner | B |
| off de lan' | H |
| W'ere bad spirit work de current dat was | L |
| pullin' us inside | L |
| But we fool dem all at las' an' we know de | L |
| danger 's pas' | L |
| W'en de sun come out an' fin' us floatin' | H |
| on de morning tide | L |
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| So de Captinne's work is done an' nex' day de | L |
| schooner run | H |
| Wit' de sail all hangin' roun' her to de port | L |
| of St Simon | H |
| Dat 's de way young Pierre Guillaume bring | W |
| de Rose Delima home | D |
| T'roo de wil' an' stormy wedder from St | L |
| Pierre | B |
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