The Idyl Of Battle Hollow Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDD EEFFGG HHIIBB CCJJKK LLMMNN OOEEPP FFEEPP QQEEBBWar Of The Rebellion | A |
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No I won't thar now so And it ain't nothin' no | B |
And thar's nary to tell that you folks yer don't know | B |
And it's Belle tell us do and it's Belle is it true | C |
And Wot's this yer yarn of the Major and you | C |
Till I'm sick of it all so I am but I s'pose | D |
Thet is nothin' to you Well then listen yer goes | D |
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It was after the fight and around us all night | E |
Thar was poppin' and shootin' a powerful sight | E |
And the niggers had fled and Aunt Chlo was abed | F |
And Pinky and Milly were hid in the shed | F |
And I ran out at daybreak and nothin' was nigh | G |
But the growlin' of cannon low down in the sky | G |
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And I saw not a thing as I ran to the spring | H |
But a splintered fence rail and a broken down swing | H |
And a bird said Kerchee as it sat on a tree | I |
As if it was lonesome and glad to see me | I |
And I filled up my pail and was risin' to go | B |
When up comes the Major a canterin' slow | B |
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When he saw me he drew in his reins and then threw | C |
On the gate post his bridle and what does he do | C |
But come down where I sat and he lifted his hat | J |
And he says well thar ain't any need to tell THAT | J |
'Twas some foolishness sure but it 'mounted to this | K |
Thet he asked for a drink and he wanted a kiss | K |
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Then I said I was mad For the water my lad | L |
You're too big and must stoop for a kiss it's as bad | L |
You ain't near big enough And I turned in a huff | M |
When that Major he laid his white hand on my cuff | M |
And he says You're a trump Take my pistol don't fear | N |
But shoot the next man that insults you my dear | N |
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Then he stooped to the pool very quiet and cool | O |
Leavin' me with that pistol stuck there like a fool | O |
When thar flashed on my sight a quick glimmer of light | E |
From the top of the little stone fence on the right | E |
And I knew 'twas a rifle and back of it all | P |
Rose the face of that bushwhacker Cherokee Hall | P |
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Then I felt in my dread that the moment the head | F |
Of the Major was lifted the Major was dead | F |
And I stood still and white but Lord gals in spite | E |
Of my care that derned pistol went off in my fright | E |
Went off true as gospil and strangest of all | P |
It actooally injured that Cherokee Hall | P |
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Thet's all now go 'long Yes some folks thinks it's wrong | Q |
And thar's some wants to know to what side I belong | Q |
But I says Served him right and I go all my might | E |
In love or in war for a fair stand up fight | E |
And as for the Major sho gals don't you know | B |
Thet Lord thar's his step in the garden below | B |
Bret Harte
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