Analysis of Three Songs To The One Burden
William Butler Yeats 1865 (Sandymount) – 1939 (Menton)
THE Roaring Tinker if you like,
But Mannion is my name,
And I beat up the common sort
And think it is no shame.
The common breeds the common,
A lout begets a lout,
So when I take on half a score
I knock their heads about.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
All Mannions come from Manannan,
Though rich on every shore
He never lay behind four walls
He had such character,
Nor ever made an iron red
Nor soldered pot or pan;
His roaring and his ranting
Best please a wandering man.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
Could Crazy Jane put off old age
And ranting time renew,
Could that old god rise up again
We'd drink a can or two,
And out and lay our leadership
On country and on town,
Throw likely couples into bed
And knock the others down.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
II
My name is Henry Middleton,
I have a small demesne,
A small forgotten house that's set
On a storm-bitten green.
I scrub its floors and make my bed,
I cook and change my plate,
The post and garden-boy alone
Have keys to my old gate.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
Though I have locked my gate on them,
I pity all the young,
I know what devil's trade they learn
From those they live among,
Their drink, their pitch-and-toss by day,
Their robbery by night;
The wisdom of the people's gone,
How can the young go straight?
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
When every Sunday afternoon
On the Green Lands I walk
And wear a coat in fashion.
Memories of the talk
Of henwives and of queer old men
Brace me and make me strong;
There's not a pilot on the perch
Knows I have lived so long.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
III
Come gather round me, players all:
Come praise Nineteen-Sixteen,
Those from the pit and gallery
Or from the painted scene
That fought in the Post Office
Or round the City Hall,
praise every man that came again,
Praise every man that fell.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
Who was the first man shot that day?
The player Connolly,
Close to the City Hall he died;
Catriage and voice had he;
He lacked those years that go with skill,
But later might have been
A famous, a brilliant figure
Before the painted scene.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
Some had no thought of victory
But had gone out to die
That Ireland's mind be greater,
Her heart mount up on high;
And yet who knows what's yet to come?
For patrick pearse had said
That in every generation
Must Ireland's blood be shed.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 01010111 110111 01110101 011111 0101010 010101 11111101 111101 11011010110 11111 1111001 11010111 111100 11011101 11111 1100110 1101001 11011010110 11011111 010101 11111101 110111 01011010 110011 11010011 010101 11011010110 1 11110100 11011 01010111 101101 11110111 110111 01010101 111111 11011010110 11111111 110101 11110111 111101 11110111 110011 01010101 110111 11011010110 1100101 101111 0101010 100101 1101111 110111 11010101 111111 11011010110 1 11011101 111101 11010100 110101 1100110 110101 110011101 1100111 11011010110 11011111 010100 11010111 10111 11111111 110111 01001010 010101 11011010110 11111100 111111 1101110 011111 01111111 110111 10100010 110111 11011010110 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 2,499 |
Words | 479 |
Sentences | 24 |
Stanzas | 9 |
Stanza Lengths | 9, 9, 9, 10, 9, 9, 10, 9, 9 |
Lines Amount | 83 |
Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 225 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 53 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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