Hongree And Mahry. A Recollection Of A Surrey Melodrama. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBC DBEBBFBB EGHEBHIJBKILMB NOBBEIBBHH BPBBLBB BPLQRHHST UVEHW XYBEZA2BEBH WEEPBBHQE B2BBA2HBBC2EHD2BBE2Z BF2BGIG2H2BI2B2 J2HPK2BHB| The sun was setting in its wonted west | A |
| When Hongree Sub Lieutenant of Chassoores | B |
| Met Mahry Daubigny the Village Rose | B |
| Under the Wizard's Oak old trysting place | B |
| Of those who loved in rosy Aquitaine | C |
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| They thought themselves unwatched but they were not | D |
| For Hongree Sub Lieutenant of Chassoores | B |
| Found in Lieutenant Colonel Jooles Dubosc | E |
| A rival envious and unscrupulous | B |
| Who thought it not foul scorn to dodge his steps | B |
| And listen unperceived to all that passed | F |
| Between the simple little Village Rose | B |
| And Hongree Sub Lieutenant of Chassoores | B |
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| A clumsy barrack bully was Dubosc | E |
| Quite unfamiliar with the well bred tact | G |
| That animates a proper gentleman | H |
| In dealing with a girl of humble rank | E |
| You'll understand his coarseness when I say | B |
| He would have married Mahry Daubigny | H |
| And dragged the unsophisticated girl | I |
| Into the whirl of fashionable life | J |
| For which her singularly rustic ways | B |
| Her breeding moral but extremely rude | K |
| Her language chaste but ungrammatical | I |
| Would absolutely have unfitted her | L |
| How different to this unreflecting boor | M |
| Was Hongree Sub Lieutenant of Chassoores | B |
| - | |
| Contemporary with the incident | N |
| Related in our opening paragraph | O |
| Was that sad war 'twixt Gallia and ourselves | B |
| That followed on the treaty signed at Troyes | B |
| And so Lieutenant Colonel Jooles Dubosc | E |
| Brave soldier he with all his faults of style | I |
| And Hongree Sub Lieutenant of Chassoores | B |
| Were sent by Charles of France against the lines | B |
| Of our Sixth Henry Fourteen twenty nine | H |
| To drive his legions out of Aquitaine | H |
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| When Hongree Sub Lieutenant of Chassoores | B |
| Returned suspecting nothing to his camp | P |
| After his meeting with the Village Rose | B |
| He found inside his barrack letter box | B |
| A note from the commanding officer | L |
| Requiring his attendance at head quarters | B |
| He went and found Lieutenant Colonel Jooles | B |
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| Young Hongree Sub Lieutenant of Chassoores | B |
| This night we shall attack the English camp | P |
| Be the 'forlorn hope' yours you'll lead it sir | L |
| And lead it too with credit I've no doubt | Q |
| As every man must certainly be killed | R |
| For you are twenty 'gainst two thousand men | H |
| It is not likely that you will return | H |
| But what of that you'll have the benefit | S |
| Of knowing that you die a soldier's death | T |
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| Obedience was young Hongree'S strongest point | U |
| But he imagined that he only owed | V |
| Allegiance to his Mahry and his King | E |
| If Mahry bade me lead these fated men | H |
| I'd lead them but I do not think she would | W |
| If Charles my King said 'Go my son and die ' | - |
| I'd go of course my duty would be clear | X |
| But Mahry is in bed asleep I hope | Y |
| And Charles my King a hundred leagues from this | B |
| As for Lieutenant Colonel Jooles Dubosc | E |
| How know I that our monarch would approve | Z |
| The order he has given me to night | A2 |
| My King I've sworn in all things to obey | B |
| I'll only take my orders from my King | E |
| Thus Hongree Sub Lieutenant of Chassoores | B |
| Interpreted the terms of his commission | H |
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| And Hongree who was wise as he was good | W |
| Disguised himself that night in ample cloak | E |
| Round flapping hat and vizor mask of black | E |
| And made unnoticed for the English camp | P |
| He passed the unsuspecting sentinels | B |
| Who little thought a man in this disguise | B |
| Could be a proper object of suspicion | H |
| And ere the curfew bell had boomed lights out | Q |
| He found in audience Bedford's haughty Duke | E |
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| Your Grace he said start not be not alarmed | B2 |
| Although a Frenchman stands before your eyes | B |
| I'm HOngree Sub Lieutenant of Chassoores | B |
| My Colonel will attack your camp to night | A2 |
| And orders me to lead the hope forlorn | H |
| Now I am sure our excellent King Charles | B |
| Would not approve of this but he's away | B |
| A hundred leagues and rather more than that | C2 |
| So utterly devoted to my King | E |
| Blinded by my attachment to the throne | H |
| And having but its interest at heart | D2 |
| I feel it is my duty to disclose | B |
| All schemes that emanate from Colonel Jooles | B |
| If I believe that they are not the kind | E2 |
| Of schemes that our good monarch would approve | Z |
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| But how said Bedford's Duke do you propose | B |
| That we should overthrow your Colonel's scheme | F2 |
| And Hongree Sub Lieutenant of Chassoores | B |
| Replied at once with never failing tact | G |
| Oh sir I know this cursed country well | I |
| Entrust yourself and all your host to me | G2 |
| I'll lead you safely by a secret path | H2 |
| Into the heart of Colonel Jooles' array | B |
| And you can then attack them unprepared | I2 |
| And slay my fellow countrymen unarmed | B2 |
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| The thing was done The Duke of Bedford gave | J2 |
| The order and two thousand fighting men | H |
| Crept silently into the Gallic camp | P |
| And slew the Frenchmen as they lay asleep | K2 |
| And Bedford's haughty Duke slew Colonel Jooles | B |
| And gave fair Mahry pride of Aquitaine | H |
| To Hongree Sub Lieutenant of Chassoores | B |
William Schwenck Gilbert
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