Seventy-nine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCBAB DDEE FFGG HHII AAEE JJAA KKFF CCEE LLAMA NNOO| Know me next time when you see me won't you old smarty | A |
| Oh I mean YOU old figger head just the same party | A |
| Take out your pensivil d n you sharpen it do | B |
| Any complaints to make Lots of 'em one of 'em's YOU | B |
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| You who are YOU anyhow goin' round in that sneakin' way | C |
| Never in jail before was you old blatherskite say | C |
| Look at it don't it look pooty Oh grin and be d d to you do | B |
| But if I had you this side o' that gratin ' I'd just make it lively | A |
| for you | B |
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| How did I get in here Well what 'ud you give to know | D |
| 'Twasn't by sneakin' round where I hadn't no call to go | D |
| 'Twasn't by hangin' round a spyin' unfortnet men | E |
| Grin but I'll stop your jaw if ever you do that agen | E |
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| Why don't you say suthin blast you Speak your mind if you dare | F |
| Ain't I a bad lot sonny Say it and call it square | F |
| Hain't got no tongue hey hev ye Oh guard here's a little swell | G |
| A cussin' and swearin' and yellin' and bribin' me not to tell | G |
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| There I thought that 'ud fetch ye And you want to know my name | H |
| Seventy nine they call me but that is their little game | H |
| For I'm werry highly connected as a gent sir can understand | I |
| And my family hold their heads up with the very furst in the land | I |
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| For 'twas all sir a put up job on a pore young man like me | A |
| And the jury was bribed a puppos and at furst they couldn't agree | A |
| And I sed to the judge sez I Oh grin it's all right my son | E |
| But you're a werry lively young pup and you ain't to be played upon | E |
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| Wot's that you got tobacco I'm cussed but I thought 'twas a tract | J |
| Thank ye A chap t'other day now lookee this is a fact | J |
| Slings me a tract on the evils o' keepin' bad company | A |
| As if all the saints was howlin' to stay here along o' we | A |
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| No I hain't no complaints Stop yes do you see that chap | K |
| Him standin' over there a hidin' his eyes in his cap | K |
| Well that man's stumick is weak and he can't stand the pris'n fare | F |
| For the coffee is just half beans and the sugar it ain't nowhere | F |
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| Perhaps it's his bringin' up but he's sickenin' day by day | C |
| And he doesn't take no food and I'm seein' him waste away | C |
| And it isn't the thing to see for whatever he's been and done | E |
| Starvation isn't the plan as he's to be saved upon | E |
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| For he cannot rough it like me and he hasn't the stamps I guess | L |
| To buy him his extry grub outside o' the pris'n mess | L |
| And perhaps if a gent like you with whom I've been sorter free | A |
| Would thank you But say look here Oh blast it don't give it | M |
| to ME | A |
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| Don't you give it to me now don't ye don't ye DON'T | N |
| You think it's a put up job so I'll thank ye sir if you won't | N |
| But hand him the stamps yourself why he isn't even my pal | O |
| And if it's a comfort to you why I don't intend that he shall | O |
Bret Harte
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