The Last Irish Grievance Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CCCC ADAD AAAA CCCC EBEB FGHG IHIH IJIJ| As I think of the insult that's done to this nation | A |
| Red tears of rivinge from me fatures I wash | B |
| And uphold in this pome to the world's daytistation | A |
| The sleeves that appointed PROFESSOR M'COSH | B |
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| I look round me counthree renowned by exparience | C |
| And see midst her childthren the witty the wise | C |
| Whole hayps of logicians potes schollars grammarians | C |
| All ayger for pleeces all panting to rise | C |
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| I gaze round the world in its utmost diminsion | A |
| LARD JAHN and his minions in Council I ask | D |
| Was there ever a Government pleece with a pinsion | A |
| But children of Erin were fit for that task | D |
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| What Erin beloved is thy fetal condition | A |
| What shame in aych boosom must rankle and burrun | A |
| To think that our countree has ne'er a logician | A |
| In the hour of her deenger will surrev her turrun | A |
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| On the logic of Saxons there's little reliance | C |
| And rather from Saxons than gather its rules | C |
| I'd stamp under feet the base book of his science | C |
| And spit on his chair as he taught in the schools | C |
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| O false SIR JOHN KANE is it thus that you praych me | E |
| I think all your Queen's Universitees Bosh | B |
| And if you've no neetive Professor to taych me | E |
| I scawurn to be learned by the Saxon M'COSH | B |
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| There's WISEMAN and CHUME and His Grace the Lord Primate | F |
| That sinds round the box and the world will subscribe | G |
| 'Tis they'll build a College that's fit for our climate | H |
| And taych me the saycrets I burn to imboibe | G |
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| 'Tis there as a Student of Science I'll enther | I |
| Fair Fountain of Knowledge of Joy and Contint | H |
| SAINT PATHRICK'S sweet Statue shall stand in the centher | I |
| And wink his dear oi every day during Lint | H |
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| And good Doctor NEWMAN that praycher unwary | I |
| 'Tis he shall preside the Academee School | J |
| And quit the gay robe of ST PHILIP of Neri | I |
| To wield the soft rod of ST LAWRENCE O'TOOLE | J |
William Makepeace Thackeray
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