The Wreck Of The Indian Chief Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'Twas on the th of JanuaryA
That a terrific gale along the English Channel ranB
And spread death and disaster in its trainC
Whereby the Indian Chief vessel was tossed on the raging mainC
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She was driven ashore on the Goodwin SandsD
And the good captain fearlessly issued hie commandsD
Come my men try snd save the vessel work with all your mightE
Although the poor sailors on board were in a fearful plightE
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They were expecting every minute her hull would give wayF
And they poor souls felt stricken with dismayF
And the captain and some of the crew clung to the main mastsG
Where they were exposed to the wind's cold blastsG
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A fierce gale was blowing and the sea ran mountains highH
And the sailors on board heaved many a bitter sighH
And in the teeth of the storm the lifeboat was rowed bravelyA
Towards the ship in distress which was awful to seeA
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The ship was lifted high on the crest of a waveI
While the sailors tried hard their lives to saveI
And implored God to save them from a watery graveI
And through fear eome of them began to raveI
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The waves were miles long in lengthJ
And the sailors had lost nearly all their strengthJ
By striving hard their lives to saveI
From being drowned in the briny waveI
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A ration of rum and a biscuit was served out to each manB
And the weary night passed and then appeared the morning dawnK
And when the lifeboat hove in sight a sailor did shoutL
Thank God there's she at last without any doubtL
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But with weakness and the biting coldM
Several of fhe sailors let go their holdM
And alas fell into the yawning seaA
Poor souls and were launched into eternityA
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Oh it was a most fearful plightE
For the poor sailors to be in the rigging all nightE
While the storm fiend did laugh and roarN
And the big waves lashed the ship all o'erO
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And as the lifeboat drew nearP
The poor sailors raised a faint cheerP
And all the lifeboat men saw was a solitary mastQ
And some sailors clinging to it while the ahip was sinking fastQ
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Charles Tait the coxswain of the lifeboat was a skilful boatmanR
And the bravery he and his crew displayed was really grandS
For his men were hardy and a very heroic setT
And for bravery their equals it would be hard to getT
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But thank God out of twenty nine eleven were savedU
Owing to the way the lifeboat men behavedU
And when they landed with the eleven wreckers at RamsgateU
The people's joy was very greatU

William Topaz Mcgonagall



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