Pennarby Mine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDE FFGGHEE GGIIJEE HHGG E GGKKGEE LLMMNGG OOGGPEE QQKKGEE| Pennarby shaft is dark and steep | A |
| Eight foot wide eight hundred deep | A |
| Stout the bucket and tough the cord | B |
| Strong as the arm of Winchman Ford | B |
| 'Never look down | C |
| Stick to the line ' | D |
| That was the saying at Pennarby mine | E |
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| A stranger came to Pennarby shaft | F |
| Lord to see how the miners laughed | F |
| White in the collar and stiff in the hat | G |
| With his patent boots and his silk cravat | G |
| Picking his way | H |
| Dainty and fine | E |
| Stepping on tiptoe to Pennarby mine | E |
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| Touring from London so he said | G |
| Was it copper they dug for or gold or lead | G |
| Where did they find it How did it come | I |
| If he tried with a shovel might HE get some | I |
| Stooping so much | J |
| Was bad for the spine | E |
| And wasn't it warmish in Pennarby mine | E |
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| 'Twas like two worlds that met that day | H |
| The world of work and the world of play | H |
| And the grimy lads from the reeking shaft | G |
| Nudged each other and grinned and chaffed | G |
| 'Got 'em all out ' | - |
| 'A cousin of mine ' | - |
| So ran the banter at Pennarby mine | E |
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| And Carnbrae Bob the Pennarby wit | G |
| Told him the facts about the pit | G |
| How they bored the shaft till the brimstone smell | K |
| Warned them off from tapping well | K |
| He wouldn't say what | G |
| But they took it as sign | E |
| To dig no deeper in Pennarby mine | E |
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| Then leaning over and peering in | L |
| He was pointing out what he said was tin | L |
| In the ten foot lode a crash a jar | M |
| A grasping hand and a splintered bar | M |
| Gone in his strength | N |
| With the lips that laughed | G |
| Oh the pale faces round Pennarby shaft | G |
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| Far down on a narrow ledge | O |
| They saw him cling to the crumbling edge | O |
| 'Wait for the bucket Hi man Stay | G |
| That rope ain't safe It's worn away | G |
| He's taking his chance | P |
| Slack out the line | E |
| Sweet Lord be with him ' cried Pennarby mine | E |
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| 'He's got him He has him Pull with a will | Q |
| Thank God He's over and breathing still | Q |
| And he Lord's sakes now What's that Well | K |
| Blowed if it ain't our London swell | K |
| Your heart is right | G |
| If your coat IS fine | E |
| Give us your hand ' cried Pennarby mine | E |
Arthur Conan Doyle
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