Analysis of Florrie
Robert William Service 1874 – 1958
Because I was a wonton wild
And welcomed many a lover,
Who is the father of my child
I wish I could discover.
For though I know it is not right
In tender arms to tarry,
A barmaid has to be polite
To Tom and Dick and Harry.
My truest love was Poacher Jim:
I wish my babe was his'n.
Yet I can't father it on him
Because he was in prison.
As uniforms I like, I had
A soldier and a sailor;
Then there was Pete the painter lad,
And Timothy the tailor.
Though virtue hurt you vice ain't nice;
They say to err is human;
Alas! one pays a bitter price,
It's hell to be a woman.
Oh dear! Why was I born a lass
Who hated to say: No, sir.
I'd better in my sorry pass
Blame Mister Simms, the grocer.
Scheme | ABABCDCD EXEFGBGB HFHFIBIB |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 0111011 01010010 11010111 1111010 11111111 0101110 0111101 1101010 11011101 1111111 11110111 0111010 1101111 0100010 11110101 0100010 11011111 1111110 01110101 1111010 11111101 1101111 11001101 1101010 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 731 |
Words | 146 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 172 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 48 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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