Jacob Homnium-s Hoss Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBBBB BCDCEC BFGFBF BHBHIH GHBHHH HBJBHB HKBKHK LBHB B BBMBHB KBMB BHBHMH LNMNOP MBHB B HQHQH BBLBBB BHBHBH OLHLBL BBMBHB MHBHBH OBLBBB RBBBBB BBHBMB MBMBBB BMHMMM

One sees in Viteall YardA
Vere pleacemen do resortB
A wenerable hinstituteB
'Tis call'd the Pallis CourtB
A gent as got his i on itB
I think 'twill make some sportB
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The natur of this CourtB
My hindignation rilesC
A few fat legal spidersD
Here set spin their vilesC
To rob the town theyr privlege isE
In a hayrea of twelve milesC
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The Judge of this year CourtB
Is a mellitary beakF
He knows no more of LorG
Than praps he does of GreekF
And prowides hisself a deputyB
Because he cannot speakF
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Four counsel in this CourtB
Misnamed of Justice sitsH
These lawyers owes their places toB
Their money not their witsH
And there's six attornies under themI
As here their living gitsH
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These lawyers six and fourG
Was a livin at their easeH
A sendin of their writs abowtB
And droring in the feesH
When their erose a cirkimstanceH
As is like to make a breezeH
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It now is some monce sinceH
A gent both good and trewB
Possest an ansum oss vith vichJ
He didn know what to doB
Peraps he did not like the ossH
Peraps he was a scruB
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This gentleman his ossH
At Tattersall's did lodgeK
There came a wulgar oss dealerB
This gentleman's name did fodgeK
And took the oss from Tattersall'sH
Wasn that a artful dodgeK
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One day this gentleman's groomL
This willain did spy outB
A mounted on this ossH
A ridin him aboutB
'Get out of that there oss you rogue '-
Speaks up the groom so stoutB
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The thief was cruel whex'dB
To find himself so pinn'dB
The oss began to whinnyM
The honest gloom he grinn'dB
And the raskle thief got off the ossH
And cut avay like vindB
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And phansy with what joyK
The master did regardB
His dearly bluvd lost oss againM
Trot in the stable yardB
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Who was this master goodB
Of whomb I makes these rhymesH
His name is Jacob Homnium ExquireB
And if I'd committed crimesH
Good Lord I wouldn't ave that mannM
Attack me in the TimesH
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Now shortly after the groombL
His master's oss did take upN
There came a livery manM
This gentleman to wake upN
And he handed in a little billO
Which hangered Mr JacobP
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For two pound seventeenM
This livery man epliedB
For the keep of Mr Jacob's ossH
Which the thief had took to rideB
'Do you see anythink green in me '-
Mr Jacob Homnium criedB
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'Because a raskle chewsH
My oss away to robbQ
And goes tick at your MewsH
For seven and fifty bobbQ
Shall I be call'd to pay It isH
A iniquitious Jobb '-
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Thus Mr Jacob cutB
The conwasation shortB
The livery man went omeL
Detummingd to ave sportB
And summingsd Jacob Homnium ExquireB
Into the Pallis CourtB
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Pore Jacob went to CourtB
A Counsel for to fixH
And choose a barrister out of the fourB
An attorney of the sixH
And there he sor these men of LorB
And watch'd 'em at their tricksH
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The dreadful day of trileO
In the Pallis Court did comeL
The lawyers said their sayH
The Judge look'd wery glumL
And then the British Jury castB
Pore Jacob Hom ni umL
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O a weary day was thatB
For Jacob to go throughB
The debt was two seventeenM
Which he no mor owed than youB
And then there was the plaintives costsH
Eleven pound six and twoB
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And then there was his ownM
Which the lawyers they did fixH
At the wery moderit figgarB
Of ten pound one and sixH
Now Evins bless the Pallis CourtB
And all its bold ver dicksH
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I cannot settingly tellO
If Jacob swaw and custB
At aving for to pay this sumbL
But I should think he mustB
And av drawn a cheque for L s dB
With most igstreme disgustB
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O Pallis Court you moveR
My pitty most profoundB
A most emusing sportB
You thought it I'll be boundB
To saddle hup a three pound debtB
With two and twenty poundB
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Good sport it is to youB
To grind the honest poreB
To pay their just or unjust debtsH
With eight hundred per cent for LorB
Make haste and get your costes inM
They will not last much morB
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Come down from that tribewnM
Thou shameless and UnjustB
Thou Swindle picking pockets inM
The name of Truth augustB
Come down thou hoary blasphemyB
For die thou shalt and mustB
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And go it Jacob HomniumB
And ply your iron penM
And rise up Sir John JervisH
And shut me up that denM
That sty for fattening lawyers inM
On the bones of honest menM

William Makepeace Thackeray



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