Jim's Whip Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCB ADADAD EFEFGF HIJIJI KLKLML NDNDOD PQPQGQ RSRSCS HTJTJT| Yes there it hangs upon the wall | A |
| And never gives a sound | B |
| The hand that trimmed its greenhide fall | A |
| Is hidden underground | B |
| There in that patch of sallee shade | C |
| Beneath that grassy mound | B |
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| I never take it from the wall | A |
| That whip belonged to him | D |
| The man I singled from them all | A |
| He was my husband Jim | D |
| I see him now so straight and tall | A |
| So long and lithe of limb | D |
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| That whip was with him night and day | E |
| When he was on the track | F |
| I've often heard him laugh and say | E |
| That when they heard its crack | F |
| After the breaking of the drought | G |
| The cattle all came back | F |
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| And all the time that Jim was here | H |
| A working on the run | I |
| I'd hear that whip ring sharp and clear | J |
| Just about the set of sun | I |
| To let me know that he was near | J |
| And that his work was done | I |
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| I was away that afternoon | K |
| Penning the calves when a bang | L |
| I heard his whip 'twas rather soon | K |
| A thousand echoes rang | L |
| And died away among the hills | M |
| As towards the hut I sprang | L |
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| I made the tea and waited but | N |
| Seized by a sudden whim | D |
| I went and sat outside the hut | N |
| And watched the light grow dim | D |
| I waited there till after dark | O |
| But not a sign of Jim | D |
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| The evening air was damp with dew | P |
| Just as the clock struck ten | Q |
| His horse came riderless I knew | P |
| What was the matter then | Q |
| Why should the Lord have singled out | G |
| My Jim from other men | Q |
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| I took the horse and found him where | R |
| He lay beneath the sky | S |
| With blood all clotted on his hair | R |
| I felt too dazed to cry | S |
| I held him to me as I prayed | C |
| To God that I might die | S |
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| But sometimes now I seem to hear | H |
| Just when the air grows chill | T |
| A single whip crack sharp and clear | J |
| Re echo from the hill | T |
| That's Jim to let me know he's near | J |
| And thinking of me still | T |
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
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