The Bishop Of Rum-ti-foo Again Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I often wonder whether youA
Think sometimes of that Bishop whoA
From black but balmy Rum ti FooA
Last summer twelvemonth cameB
Unto your mind I p'r'aps may bringC
Remembrance of the man I singC
To day by simply mentioningC
That PETER was his nameB
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Remember how that holy manD
Came with the great Colonial clanD
To Synod called Pan AnglicanE
And kindly recollectF
How having crossed the ocean wideG
To please his flock all means he triedG
Consistent with a proper prideG
And manly self respectF
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He only of the reverend packH
Who minister to Christians blackH
Brought any useful knowledge backH
To his Colonial foldI
In consequence a place I claimB
For PETER on the scroll of FameB
For PETER was that Bishop's nameB
As I've already toldI
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He carried Art he often saidJ
To places where that timid maidK
Save by Colonial Bishops' aidK
Could never hope to roamL
The Payne cum Lauri feat he taughtM
As he had learnt it for he thoughtM
The choicest fruits of Progress oughtM
To bless the Negro's homeL
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And he had other work to doA
For while he tossed upon the BlueA
The islanders of Rum ti FooA
Forgot their kindly friendN
Their decent clothes they learnt to tearO
They learnt to say I do not careO
Though they of course were well awareO
How folks who say so endN
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Some sailors whom he did not knowP
Had landed there not long agoP
And taught them Bother also BlowP
Of wickedness the germsQ
No need to use a casuist's penR
To prove that they were merchantmenS
No sailor of the Royal NR
Would use such awful termsQ
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And so when BISHOP PETER cameB
That was the kindly Bishop's nameB
He heard these dreadful oaths with shameB
And chid their want of dressT
Except a shell a bangle rareO
A feather here a feather thereO
The South Pacific Negroes wearO
Their native nothingnessU
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He taught them that a Bishop loathesU
To listen to disgraceful oathsU
He gave them all his left off clothesU
They bent them to his willV
The Bishop's gift spreads quickly roundW
In PETER'S left off clothes they boundW
His three and twenty suits they foundW
In fair condition stillV
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The Bishop's eyes with water fillV
Quite overjoyed to find them stillV
Obedient to his sovereign willV
And said Good Rum ti FooA
Half way I'll meet you I declareO
I'll dress myself in cowries rareO
And fasten feathers in my hairO
And dance the 'Cutch chi boo '-
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And to conciliate his SeeU
He married PICCADILLILLEEV
The youngest of his twenty threeU
Tall neither fat nor thinS
And though the dress he made her donX
Looks awkwardly a girl uponX
It was a great improvement onX
The one he found her inS
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The Bishop in his gay canoeA
His wife of course went with him tooA
To some adjacent island flewA
To spend his honeymoonY
Some day in sunny Rum ti FooA
A little PETER'll be on viewA
And that if people tell me trueA
Is like to happen soonY

William Schwenck Gilbert



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