The Organ-boy-s Appeal Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEDD FFDD GGDD CCFF CCDD CCCC FFHH HBHH CCCC| O SIGNOR BRODERIP you are a wickid ole man | A |
| You wexis us little horgin boys whenever you can | A |
| How dare you talk of Justice and go for to seek | B |
| To pussicute us horgin boys you senguinary Beek | B |
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| Though you set in Vestminster surrounded by your crushers | C |
| Harrogint and habsolute like the Hortocrat of hall the Rushers | C |
| Yet there is a better vurld I'd have you for to know | D |
| Likewise a place vere the henimies of horgin boys will go | D |
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| O you vickid HEROD without any pity | E |
| London vithout horgin boys vood be a dismal city | E |
| Sweet SAINT CICILY who first taught horgin pipes to blow | D |
| Soften the heart of this Magistrit that haggerywates us so | D |
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| Good Italian gentlemen fatherly and kind | F |
| Brings us over to London here our horgins for to grind | F |
| Sends us out vith little vite mice and guinea pigs also | D |
| A popping of the Veasel and a Jumpin of JIM CROW | D |
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| And as us young horgin boys is grateful in our turn | G |
| We gives to these kind gentlemen hall the money we earn | G |
| Because that they vood vop up as wery wel we know | D |
| Unless we brought our hurnings back to them as loves us so | D |
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| O MR BRODERIP wery much I'm surprise | C |
| Ven you take your valks abroad where can be your eyes | C |
| If a Beak had a heart then you'd compryend | F |
| Us pore little horgin boys was the poor man's friend | F |
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| Don't you see the shildren in the droring rooms | C |
| Clapping of their little ands when they year our toons | C |
| On their mothers' bussums don't you see the babbies crow | D |
| And down to us dear horgin boys lots of apence throw | D |
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| Don't you see the ousemaids pooty POLLIES and MARIES | C |
| Ven ve bring our urdigurdis smiling from the hairies | C |
| Then they come out vith a slice o' cole puddn or a bit o' bacon or so | C |
| And give it us young horgin boys for lunch afore we go | C |
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| Have you ever seen the Hirish children sport | F |
| When our velcome music box brings sunshine in the Court | F |
| To these little paupers who can never pay | H |
| Surely all good horgin boys for GOD'S love will play | H |
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| Has for those proud gentlemen like a serting B k | H |
| Vich I von't be pussonal and therefore vil not speak | B |
| That flings their parler vinders hup von ve begin to play | H |
| And cusses us and swears at us in such a wiolent way | H |
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| Instedd of their abewsing and calling hout Poleece | C |
| Let em send out JOHN to us vith six pence or a shillin apiece | C |
| Then like good young horgin boys avay from there we'll go | C |
| Blessing sweet SAINT CICILY that taught our pipes to blow | C |
William Makepeace Thackeray
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