The Ballad Of The 'britain's Pride' Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDABABAE ADFDAAGA HAIAADA A JCHCCKDK AABALAADA

It was a skipper of LowestoftA
That trawled the northern seaB
In a smack of thrice ten tons and sevenC
And theD
Britain's PrideA
was sheB
And the waves were high to windwardA
And the waves were high to leeB
And he said as he lost his trawl netA
'What is to be will be 'E
-
His craft she reeled and staggeredA
But he headed her for the hitheD
In a storm that threatened to mow her downF
As grass is mown by the scytheD
When suddenly through the cloud riftA
The moon came sailing softA
And he saw one mast of a sunken shipG
Like a dead arm held aloftA
-
And a voice came faint from the riggingH
'Help help ' it whispered and sighedA
And a single form to the sole mast clungI
In the roaring darkness wideA
Oh the crew were but four hands all toldA
On board of theD
Britain's PrideA
-
And ever 'Hold on till daybreak '-
Across the night they criedA
-
Slowly melted the darknessJ
Slowly rose the sunC
And only the lad in the riggingH
Was left out of thirty oneC
To tell the tale of his captainC
The English sailor trueK
That did his duty and met his deathD
As English sailors doK
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Peace to the gallant spiritA
The greatly proved and triedA
And to all who have fed the hungry seaB
That is still unsatisfiedA
And honour and glory for everL
While rolls the unresting tideA
To the skipper of little LowestoftA
And the crew of theD
Britain's PrideA
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William Watson



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