Song of the Wooden-Legged Fiddler (Portsmouth 1805)

Alfred Noyes (1880–1958) · 1913

anapaestic tetrameter · rhyming couplets · 38 lines · from Collected Poems, Volume One

I lived in a cottage adown in the WestWhen I was a boy, a boy;But I knew no peace and I took no restThough the roses nigh smothered my snug little nest;For the smell of the seaWas much rarer to me,And the life of a sailor was all my joy.

My mother she wept, and she begged me to stayAnchored for life to her apron-string,And soon she would want me to help with the hay;So I bided her time, then I flitted awayOn a night of delight in the following spring,With a pair of stout shoonAnd a seafaring tuneAnd a bundle and stick in the light of the moon,Down the long roadTo Portsmouth I strode,To fight like a sailor for country and king.

And now that my feet are turned homeward againMy heart is still crying Ahoy! Ahoy!And my thoughts are still out on the Spanish mainA-chasing the frigates of France and Spain,For at heart an old sailor is always a boy;And his nose will still itchFor the powder and pitchTill the days when he can't tell t'other from which,Nor a grin o' the guns from a glint o' the sea,Nor a skipper like Nelson from lubbers like me.

Ay! Now that I'm old I'm as bold as the best,And the life of a sailor is all my joy;Though I've swapped my legFor a wooden pegAnd my head is as bald as a new-laid egg,The smell of the seaIs like victuals to me,And I think in the grave I'll be crying Ahoy!For, though my old carcass is ready to rest,At heart an old sailor is always a boy.

Words in this poem

adown adv.
From a higher to a lower situation; downward; down, to or on the ground. [OE. adun, adoun, adune. AS. of dune off the hill. See Down.]
anchored a.
Held by an anchor; at anchor; held safely; as, an anchored bark; also, shaped like an anchor; forked; as, an anchored tongue.
seafaring a.
Following the business of a mariner; as, a seafaring man.
homeward a.
Being in the direction of home; as, the homeward way.
ahoy interj.
A term used in hailing; as, [OE. a, interj. + hoy.]
grin n.
A snare; a gin. [AS. grin.]
glint n.
A glimpse, glance, or gleam. [OE. glent.]
skipper n.
One who, or that which, skips.
carcass n.
A dead body, whether of man or beast; a corpse; now commonly the dead body of a beast. [F. carcasse, fr. It. carcassa, fr. L. caro flesh + capsa chest, box, case. Cf. Carnal, Case a sheath.]

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

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Song of the Wooden-Legged Fiddler (Portsmouth 1805) is in the public domain. This text is taken from Collected Poems: Volume One, Project Gutenberg ebook #30501; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

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Form and metre

Song of the Wooden-Legged Fiddler (Portsmouth 1805) is 38 lines in 4 verse paragraphs. It is in rhyming couplets, 53% of the lines. The metre is anapaestic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 91%).

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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 ABAACCB westA · boyB · restA · nestA · seaC · meC · joyB
  2. 2 ABAABCCCDDB stayA · stringB · hayA · awayA · springB · shoonC · tuneC · moonC · roadD · strodeD · kingB
  3. 3 ABAABCCCDD againA · ahoyB · mainA · spainA · boyB · itchC · pitchC · whichC · seaD · meD
  4. 4 ABCCCDDBAB bestA · joyB · legC · pegC · eggC · seaD · meD · ahoyB · restA · boyB
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 anapaestic tetrameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
I lived in a cottage adown in the West11····/˘˘/···
When I was a boy, a boy;7·······
But I knew no peace and I took no rest10··········
Though the roses nigh smothered my snug little nest;12··/˘·/˘··/˘·
For the smell of the sea6······
Was much rarer to me,6··/˘··
And the life of a sailor was all my joy.11·····/˘····
My mother she wept, and she begged me to stay11·/˘········
Anchored for life to her apron-string,10/˘˘····/˘·
And soon she would want me to help with the hay;11···········
So I bided her time, then I flitted away12········/˘˘/
On a night of delight in the following spring,11····˘/··/˘·
With a pair of stout shoon6······
And a seafaring tune5··/˘·
And a bundle and stick in the light of the moon,12··/˘········
Down the long road4····
To Portsmouth I strode,5·/˘··
To fight like a sailor for country and king.11····/˘·/˘··
And now that my feet are turned homeward again11·······/˘˘/
My heart is still crying Ahoy! Ahoy!10····/˘˘/˘/
And my thoughts are still out on the Spanish main11········/˘·
A-chasing the frigates of France and Spain,10·/˘·/˘····
For at heart an old sailor is always a boy;12·····/˘·/···
And his nose will still itch6······
For the powder and pitch6··/˘··
Till the days when he can't tell t'other from which,12·······˘/˘··
Nor a grin o' the guns from a glint o' the sea,12············
Nor a skipper like Nelson from lubbers like me.12··/˘·/˘·/˘··
Ay! Now that I'm old I'm as bold as the best,11···········
And the life of a sailor is all my joy;11·····/˘····
Though I've swapped my leg5·····
For a wooden peg5··/˘·
And my head is as bald as a new-laid egg,11···········
The smell of the sea5·····
Is like victuals to me,6··/˘··
And I think in the grave I'll be crying Ahoy!12········/˘˘/
For, though my old carcass is ready to rest,11····/˘·/˘··
At heart an old sailor is always a boy.11····/˘·/···

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