A Spring Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF GHGHCC ICICCC JKJKLL MCMCNN CCCCOO MHMHJJ PQPQCC JIRICC CSCSJJ HTHTCC CCCCUU VWVWHH JJJJEE| The world 'as got me snouted jist a treat | A |
| Crool Forchin's dirty left 'as smote me soul | B |
| An' all them joys o' life I 'eld so sweet | A |
| Is up the pole | B |
| Fer as the poit sez me 'eart 'as got | C |
| The pip wiv yearnin' fer I dunno wot | C |
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| I'm crook me name is Mud I've done me dash | D |
| Me flamin' spirit's got the flamin' 'ump | E |
| I'm longin' to let loose on somethin' rash | D |
| Aw I'm a chump | E |
| I know it but this blimed ole Springtime craze | F |
| Fair outs me on these dilly silly days | F |
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| The young green leaves is shootin' on the trees | G |
| The air is like a long cool swig o' beer | H |
| The bonzer smell o' flow'rs is on the breeze | G |
| An 'ere's me 'ere | H |
| Jist mooching around like some pore barmy coot | C |
| Of 'ope an' joy an' forchin destichoot | C |
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| I've lorst me former joy in gettin' shick | I |
| Or 'eadin' browns I 'aven't got the 'eart | C |
| To word a tom an' square an' all I'm sick | I |
| Of that cheap tart | C |
| 'Oo chucks 'er carcis at a feller's 'head | C |
| An' mauls 'im Ar I wish't that I wus dead | C |
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| Ther's little breezes stirrin' in the leaves | J |
| An sparrers chirpin' 'igh the 'ole day long | K |
| An 'on the air a sad sweet music breaves | J |
| A bonzer song | K |
| A mournful sorter choon thet gits a bloke | L |
| Fair in the brisket 'ere an' makes 'im choke | L |
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| What is the matter wiv me I dunno | M |
| I got a sorter yearning 'ere inside | C |
| A dead crook sorter thing that won't let go | M |
| Or be denied | C |
| A feelin' I want to do a break | N |
| An' stoush creation for some woman's sake | N |
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| The little birds is chirpin' in the nest | C |
| The parks an' gardings is a bosker sight | C |
| Where smilin' tarts walks up an' down all dressed | C |
| In clobber white | C |
| An' as their snowy forms goes steppin' by | O |
| It seems I'm seekin' something on the sly | O |
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| Somethin' or someone I don't rightly know | M |
| But seems to me I'm kind er lookin' for | H |
| A tart I knoo a 'undred years ago | M |
| Or maybe more | H |
| Wot's this I've 'eard them call that thing Geewhizz | J |
| Me ideel bit o' skirt That's wot it is | J |
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| Me ideel tart An bli'me look at me | P |
| Jist take a squiz at this an' tell me can | Q |
| Some square an' honist tom take this to be | P |
| 'Er own true man | Q |
| Aw Gawd I'd be as true to 'er I would | C |
| As straight an' stiddy as Ar wot's the good | C |
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| Me that 'as done me stretch fer stoushin' Johns | J |
| An' spen's me leisure getting on the shick | I |
| An' 'arf me nights down there in Little Lon | R |
| Wiv Ginger Mick | I |
| Jist 'eading 'em an' doing in me gilt | C |
| Tough luck I s'pose it's 'ow a man is built | C |
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| It's 'ow Gawd builds a bloke but don't it 'urt | C |
| When 'e gits yearnin's fer this 'igher life | S |
| On these Spring mornin's watchin' some sweet skirt | C |
| Some fucher wife | S |
| Go sailin' by an' turnin' on his phiz | J |
| The glarssy eye fere bein' wot 'e is | J |
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| I've watched 'em walkin' in the gardings 'ere | H |
| Cliners from orfices an' shops an' such | T |
| The sorter skirts I dursn't come too near | H |
| Or dare to touch | T |
| An when I see the kind er looks they carst | C |
| Gorstooth Wot is the use o' me I arst | C |
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| Wot wus I slung 'ere for An' wot's the good | C |
| Of yearnin' after any ideel tart | C |
| Ar if a bloke wus only understood | C |
| 'E's got a 'eart | C |
| 'E's got a soul inside 'im poor or rich | U |
| But wot's the use when 'Eaven's crool'd 'is pitch | U |
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| I tells meself some day I'll take a pull | V |
| An' look around fer some good stiddy job | W |
| An' cut the push fer good an' all I'm full | V |
| Of that crook mob | W |
| An' in some Spring the fucher 'olds in store | H |
| I'll cop me prize an' long in vain no more | H |
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| The little winds is stirrin' in the trees | J |
| Where little birds is chantin' lovers' lays | J |
| The music of the sorft an' barmy breeze | J |
| Aw spare me days | J |
| If this 'ere dilly feelin' doesn't stop | E |
| I'll lose me block an' stoush some flamin' cop | E |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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