Truthful James To The Editor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCB DEDEFE GHGIJK LMLMNM EIEEEE OPOPP HLELOL QLQLL RSRSOS ABABOBWhich it is not my style | A |
To produce needless pain | B |
By statements that rile | A |
Or that go 'gin the grain | B |
But here's Captain Jack still a livin' and Nye has no skelp on his | C |
brain | B |
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On that Caucasian head | D |
There is no crown of hair | E |
It has gone it has fled | D |
And Echo sez Where | E |
And I asks Is this Nation a White Man's and is generally things | F |
on the square | E |
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She was known in the camp | G |
As Nye's other squaw | H |
And folks of that stamp | G |
Hez no rights in the law | I |
But is treacherous sinful and slimy as Nye might hev well known | J |
before | K |
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But she said that she knew | L |
Where the Injins was hid | M |
And the statement was true | L |
For it seemed that she did | M |
Since she led William where he was covered by seventeen Modocs and | N |
slid | M |
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Then they reached for his hair | E |
But Nye sez By the law | I |
Of nations forbear | E |
I surrenders no more | E |
And I looks to be treated you hear me as a pris'ner a pris'ner | E |
of war | E |
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But Captain Jack rose | O |
And he sez It's too thin | P |
Such statements as those | O |
It's too late to begin | P |
There's a MODOC INDICTMENT agin you O Paleface and you're goin' in | P |
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You stole Schonchin's squaw | H |
In the year sixty two | L |
It was in sixty four | E |
That Long Jack you went through | L |
And you burned Nasty Jim's rancheria and his wives and his papooses | O |
too | L |
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This gun in my hand | Q |
Was sold me by you | L |
'Gainst the law of the land | Q |
And I grieves it is true | L |
And he buried his face in his blanket and wept as he hid it from view | L |
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But you're tried and condemned | R |
And skelping's your doom | S |
And he paused and he hemmed | R |
But why this resume | S |
He was skelped 'gainst the custom of nations and cut off like a rose | O |
in its bloom | S |
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So I asks without guile | A |
And I trusts not in vain | B |
If this is the style | A |
That is going to obtain | B |
If here's Captain Jack still a livin' and Nye with no skelp on his | O |
brain | B |
Bret Harte
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