The Arab Steed Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEAE FGHGIJIJ KALAIICI CFIFMAIA ACACKIAI AANAIKIK FAKAKAAA OIAIPIKI ICQCRSAS LKCKAAKA LIKIIAAA MALAIJIJ

I gave the 'orse 'is evenin' feedA
And bedded of 'im downB
And went to 'ear the sing songC
In the bar room of the CrownB
And one young feller spoke a pieceD
As told a kind of taleE
About an Arab man wot 'adA
A certain 'orse for saleE
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I 'ave no grudge against the man mdashF
I never 'eard 'is nameG
But if he was my closest palH
I'd say the very sameG
For wot you do in other thingsI
Is neither 'ere nor thereJ
But w'en it comes to 'orsesI
You must keep upon the squareJ
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Now I'm tellin' you the storyK
Just as it was told last nightA
And if I wrong this Arab manL
Then 'e can set me rightA
But s'posin' all these fac's are fac'sI
Then I make bold to sayI
That I think it was not sportsmanlikeC
To act in sich a wayI
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For as I understand the thingC
'E went to sell this steed mdashF
Which is a name they give a 'orseI
Of some outlandish breed mdashF
And soon 'e found a customerM
A proper sportin' gentA
Who planked 'is money down at onceI
Without no argumentA
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Now when the deal was finishedA
And the money paid you'd thinkC
This Arab would 'ave asked the gentA
At once to name 'is drinkC
Or at least 'ave thanked 'im kindlyK
An' wished 'im a good dayI
And own as 'e'd been treatedA
In a very 'andsome wayI
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But instead o' this 'e startedA
A talkin' to the steedA
And speakin' of its braided maneN
An' of its winged speedA
And other sich expressionsI
With which I can't agreeK
For a 'orse with wings an' braids an' thingsI
Is not the 'orse for meK
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The moment that 'e 'ad the cash mdashF
Or wot 'e called the goldA
'E turned as nasty as could beK
Says 'e You're sold You're soldA
Them was 'is words it's not for meK
To settle wot he meantA
It may 'ave been the 'orse was soldA
It may 'ave been the gentA
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I've not a word to say aginO
His fondness for 'is 'orseI
But why should 'e insinivateA
The gent would treat 'im worseI
An' why should 'e go talkin'P
In that aggravatin' wayI
As if the gent would gallop 'imK
And wallop 'im all dayI
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It may 'ave been an' 'arness 'orseI
It may 'ave been an 'ackC
But a bargain is a bargainQ
An' there ain't no goin' backC
For when you've picked the money upR
That finishes the dealS
And after that your mouth is shutA
Wotever you may feelS
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Supposin' this 'ere Arab manL
'Ad wanted to be freeK
'E could 'ave done it businesslikeC
The same as you or meK
A fiver might 'ave squared the gentA
An' then 'e could 'ave claimedA
As 'e'd cleared 'imself quite 'andsomeK
And no call to be ashamedA
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But instead 'o that this Arab manL
Went on from bad to worseI
An' took an' chucked the moneyK
At the cove wot bought the 'orseI
'E'd 'ave learned 'im better mannersI
If 'e'd waited there a bitA
But 'e scooted on 'is bloomin' steedA
As 'ard as 'e could splitA
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Per'aps 'e sold 'im afterM
Or per'aps 'e 'ires 'im outA
But I'd like to warm that Arab manL
Wen next 'e comes aboutA
For wot 'e does in other thingsI
Is neither 'ere nor thereJ
But w'en it comes to 'orsesI
We must keep 'im on the squareJ

Arthur Conan Doyle



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