An Old Song Re-Sung

John Masefield (1878–1967) · 1912

iambic hexameter · ABABB · 15 lines · from The Story of a Round-House, and Other Poems

I saw a ship a-sailing, a-sailing, a-sailing,With emeralds and rubies and sapphires in her hold;And a bosun in a blue coat bawling at the railing,Piping through a silver call that had a chain of gold;The summer wind was failing and the tall ship rolled.

I saw a ship a-steering, a-steering, a-steering,With roses in red thread worked upon her sails;With sacks of purple amethysts, the spoils of buccaneering,Skins of musky yellow wine, and silks in bales,Her merry men were cheering, hauling on the brails.

I saw a ship a-sinking, a-sinking, a-sinking,With glittering sea-water splashing on her decks,With seamen in her spirit-room singing songs and drinking,Pulling claret bottles down, and knocking off the necks,The broken glass was chinking as she sank among the wrecks.

Words in this poem

piping a.
Playing on a musical pipe. [From Pipe, v.]
claret n.
The name firat given in England to the red wines of M [OE. claret, clare, clarry, OF. claret, clar, fr. cler, F. clair, clear, fr. L. clarus clear. See Clear.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

An Old Song Re-Sung is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Story of a Round-House, and Other Poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #40717; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: John Masefield, An Old Song Re-Sung, in The Story of a Round-House, and Other Poems (1912), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #40717, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/masefield-round-house/an-old-song-re-sung.html, id L24993.

Form and metre

An Old Song Re-Sung is 15 lines in 3 stanzas of 5 lines each. Every stanza rhymes ABABB. The metre is iambic hexameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 83%).

See other poems in iambic hexameter.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 ABABB sailingA · holdB · railingA · goldB · rolledB
  2. 2 ABABB steeringA · sailsB · buccaneeringA · balesB · brailsB
  3. 3 ABABB sinkingA · decksB · drinkingA · necksB · wrecksB
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic hexameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
I saw a ship a-sailing, a-sailing, a-sailing,13·····/˘·/˘·/˘
With emeralds and rubies and sapphires in her hold;13·/˘·/˘·/˘˘···
And a bosun in a blue coat bawling at the railing,14········/˘··/˘
Piping through a silver call that had a chain of gold;13/˘··/˘·······
The summer wind was failing and the tall ship rolled.13·/˘··/˘·····˘
I saw a ship a-steering, a-steering, a-steering,13·····/˘·/˘·/˘
With roses in red thread worked upon her sails;12·/˘····˘····
With sacks of purple amethysts, the spoils of buccaneering,14···/˘/˘····˘/˘
Skins of musky yellow wine, and silks in bales,11··/˘/˘·····
Her merry men were cheering, hauling on the brails.12·/˘··/˘/˘···
I saw a ship a-sinking, a-sinking, a-sinking,13·····/˘·/˘·/˘
With glittering sea-water splashing on her decks,12·/˘˘·/˘/˘···
With seamen in her spirit-room singing songs and drinking,14·/˘··/˘·/˘··/˘
Pulling claret bottles down, and knocking off the necks,13/˘/˘/˘··/˘···
The broken glass was chinking as she sank among the wrecks.14·/˘··/˘·······

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