Friar-s Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCE FDFDGDGE HIJIKKKK

Some love the matin chimes which tellA
The hour of prayer to sinnerB
But better far's the mid day bellA
Which speaks the hour of dinnerB
For when I see a smoking fishC
Or capon drown'd in gravyD
Or noble haunch on silver dishC
Full glad I sing my aveE
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My pulpit is an alehouse benchF
Whereon I sit so jollyD
A smiling rosy country wenchF
My saint and patron holyD
I kiss her cheek so red and sleekG
I press her ringlets wavyD
And in her willing ear I speakG
A most religious aveE
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And if I'm blind yet heaven is kindH
And holy saints forgivingI
For sure he leads a right good lifeJ
Who thus admires good livingI
Above they say our flesh is airK
Our blood celestial ichorK
Oh grant mid all the changes thereK
They may not change our liquorK

William Makepeace Thackeray



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