Chiquita Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCD EFGH IGFJK LFMNO GFPPG PFQBF PQOP MEPFO| Beautiful Sir you may say so Thar isn't her match in the county | A |
| Is thar old gal Chiquita my darling my beauty | A |
| Feel of that neck sir thar's velvet Whoa steady ah will you | B |
| you vixen | C |
| Whoa I say Jack trot her out let the gentleman look at her paces | D |
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| Morgan she ain't nothing else and I've got the papers to prove it | E |
| Sired by Chippewa Chief and twelve hundred dollars won't buy her | F |
| Briggs of Tuolumne owned her Did you know Briggs of Tuolumne | G |
| Busted hisself in White Pine and blew out his brains down in 'Frisco | H |
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| Hedn't no savey hed Briggs Thar Jack that'll do quit that | I |
| foolin' | G |
| Nothin' to what she kin do when she's got her work cut out before her | F |
| Hosses is hosses you know and likewise too jockeys is jockeys | J |
| And 'tain't ev'ry man as can ride as knows what a hoss has got in him | K |
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| Know the old ford on the Fork that nearly got Flanigan's leaders | L |
| Nasty in daylight you bet and a mighty rough ford in low water | F |
| Well it ain't six weeks ago that me and the Jedge and his nevey | M |
| Struck for that ford in the night in the rain and the water all | N |
| round us | O |
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| Up to our flanks in the gulch and Rattlesnake Creek just a bilin' | G |
| Not a plank left in the dam and nary a bridge on the river | F |
| I had the gray and the Jedge had his roan and his nevey Chiquita | P |
| And after us trundled the rocks jest loosed from the top of the | P |
| canyon | G |
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| Lickity lickity switch we came to the ford and Chiquita | P |
| Buckled right down to her work and a fore I could yell to her rider | F |
| Took water jest at the ford and there was the Jedge and me standing | Q |
| And twelve hundred dollars of hoss flesh afloat and a driftin' to | B |
| thunder | F |
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| Would ye b'lieve it That night that hoss that 'ar filly Chiquita | P |
| Walked herself into her stall and stood there all quiet and dripping | Q |
| Clean as a beaver or rat with nary a buckle of harness | O |
| Just as she swam the Fork that hoss that 'ar filly Chiquita | P |
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| That's what I call a hoss and What did you say Oh the nevey | M |
| Drownded I reckon leastways he never kem beck to deny it | E |
| Ye see the derned fool had no seat ye couldn't have made him a | P |
| rider | F |
| And then ye know boys will be boys and hosses well hosses is hosses | O |
Bret Harte
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