A Lonely Man Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABACD EEFEGG FFFFHH IIFIJJ KKFKLL MMFMNN OOFOPP QQF R SSFSBB TTFTUU VVBVBB WWFWII XXYXZZ A2A2FA2B2B2 C2C2FC2D2D2 E2E2F2E2FF FFBFRR| When I'm out among the fellows with the work to hold my mind | A |
| Then there's heaps of joy in livin' an' the world seems awful kind | A |
| Awful kind an' awful jolly with no trace of melancholy | B |
| An' I tell myself the bloke that don't enjoy it must be blind | A |
| When I'm out among the fellows but when I am sittin' here | C |
| Dreamin' by my lonely fireside then the world gets kind of queer | D |
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| I suppose it's how you take it what they call the point of view | E |
| An' a man don't look for dreamin' when there's work for him to do | E |
| But he can't be ever toilin' an' at times he gets to spoilin' | F |
| All the joy the day has brought him when he lets the black thoughts through | E |
| It suppose it's livin' lonely as a fellow never should | G |
| For a lonely man gets broodin' and the broodin' isn't good | G |
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| It's never good the sayin' is for man to live alone | F |
| But 'tain't because I like it that I'm batchin' on my own | F |
| For a bloke must take what's goin' an' my life ain't all been growin' | F |
| Daffodils and hummin' dance tunes just to give my soul a tone | F |
| It's muscle I've had to grow since days when I was small | H |
| An' all the muscle that I've made is with the axe an' maul | H |
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| When folks are poor an' toil is hard an' times are harder still | I |
| A boy soon learns the use of time if he would eat his fill | I |
| Long before I'd finished schoolin' I had put aside my foolin' | F |
| Till now at thirty an' a bit I'm workin' at a mill | I |
| It isn't much then then my folks knew that my chance was dim | J |
| Or they might have named me Reginald instead of just plain Jim | J |
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| Just Jim the Hatter Lonely Jim the bloke that don't say much | K |
| I've heard how people talk of me the gossipers an' such | K |
| An' they say I'm slow at givin' but I've got my way of livin' | F |
| An' I've got my bit of farm land an' a house that ain't a hutch | K |
| An' tho it hurts if this man sneers or that misunderstands | L |
| I'm proud to know that all I've got was earned with my two hands | L |
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| Suppose I don't go gay at times an' throw around the cash | M |
| It's knowin' want that frightened me from gettin' over rash | M |
| I know I'm keen on savin' but the pinchin' and the slavin' | F |
| An' the starvin' in the old days keeps a man from bein' flash | M |
| I never treated neighbours mean or grudged a man a pound | N |
| But I ain't out to buy loud cheers by throwin' it around | N |
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| An' after all well I don't know it sums up much the same | O |
| No matter how a man has lived no matter what his aim | O |
| If it's savin' if it's spendin' all his life is just a blendin' | F |
| Of the gay days an' the grey days an' he's got to play the game | O |
| So where's the use of grumblin' if the game don't suit your bent | P |
| I tells myself this all night an' yet I ain't content | P |
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| There's days that sometimes come to me when toilin's simple bliss | Q |
| An' every little job becomes a joy I wouldn't miss | Q |
| When the labour seems like playin' an' I catch myself a sayin' | F |
| 'Why it's grand to think a man gets paid for doin' things like this ' | - |
| But after came the lonely night when I've looked back an' said | R |
| 'To think I have to slave like that to earn a bit of bread ' | - |
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| When I'm out among the fellows oh the world's a place to prize | S |
| But here beside my lonely fire the glamour of it dies | S |
| Sittin' here I take to gettin' gloomy views of things an' frettin' | F |
| Till my dog looks up and wonders with a question in his eyes | S |
| He's been my mate for years an' years an' things that folks don't see | B |
| Both good an' bad has been thrashed out by my old dog an' me | B |
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| Well he knows he's safe for sharin' while I've got a bite an' sup | T |
| When I'm fit he's full of frolic laughin' like a silly pup | T |
| Out for fun But when I'm feelin' sad at night he just comes stealin' | F |
| To the fire an' stretches out there with his brown eyes lookin' up | T |
| Lit with such a queer soft sadness that I feel it isn't fair | U |
| My own private little worries spoils the evenin' for the pair | U |
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| Here to night I've sat an' told him while his tail flopped on the floor | V |
| Of particular conditions that have got me feelin' sore | V |
| An' my present little worry is the matter of Ben Murray | B |
| An' his sudden like attentions to the widow at the store | V |
| I ain't nothin' to the widow as Ben Murray ought to see | B |
| But I hear he's taken fight lately with some reference to me | B |
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| I ain't nothin' to the widow not as yet at any rate | W |
| Tho' a bloke can't be dead certain what is like to be his fate | W |
| But I own that I've been thinkin' an' there ain't no use in blinkin' | F |
| At the fact a man must settle down before it gets too late | W |
| I ain't nothing to the widow don't know that I ever will | I |
| Seems to me it's awful reckless takin' lifelong chances still | I |
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| Me an' my old dog's been talkin' quite a lot of love an' things | X |
| Weighin' matters an' we reckon this here love is full of stings | X |
| Fuller than a stingin' nettle If a fellow wants to settle | Y |
| He needs solid care an' comfort not the stuff the poet sings | X |
| Love an' all that talk we reckon is a silly sort of fake | Z |
| What's a plain man wantin' further if his wife can wash and bake | Z |
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| I ain't nothin' to the widow Neither is Ben Murray though | A2 |
| An' he won't find me unwillin' if he wants a little go | A2 |
| I'm not over keen on fightin' but his boastin' and his skitin' | F |
| Puts my back up an' his sneerin' often gets down pretty low | A2 |
| Course the widow's never mentioned that's to say by name outright | B2 |
| But I know what's gnawin' at him when I hear he's talking fight | B2 |
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| Talkin' fight an' acting' ugly not reel earnest half an' half | C2 |
| Shootin' sneers into his smilin' slingin' spite nto his chaff | C2 |
| Tho' a fight I'm never shirkin' when I'm with the fellows workin' | F |
| I can give him good as he does an' just take it with a laugh | C2 |
| But at evenin' when I'm broodin' I chew over all the lot | D2 |
| Till his jokes swell into insults an' his hintin' makes me hot | D2 |
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| He can have it if he wants it He won't be too long denied | E2 |
| But I've heard he's mentioned fivers wants to fight five pounds a side | E2 |
| If I'm licked of course I lose it an' that fool and will go and booze it | F2 |
| Throw it clean into the gutter with the other cash he's shied | E2 |
| I been told to day he's saying' that his fiver saves his skin | F |
| Wonder what he meant the blighter that should make the fellows grin | F |
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| Jumpin' Moses He can have it Anywhere an' anywhen | F |
| Fivers let him talk of fivers Holy wars I'll make it ten | F |
| He'll get fightin' too in plenty If he likes I'll make it twenty | B |
| We shall see whose skin is safest an' whose hide is toughest then | F |
| I ain't got no grudge against him only what the rotter's said | R |
| I ain't nothin' to the widow Here old dog we'll get to bed | R |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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