Dummy Bridge Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDB E E FF GHGHII JKJKHJ KLKL M AKAKLL NMN K OK P K Q KR S A A TT K QQ MAK KKKKLL TLTLTT LLLLAA UKUAT LRLVKK KUKWTT KTKTA XAXA| 'If I'd 'a' played me Jack on that there Ten' | A |
| Sez Peter Begg 'I might 'a' made the lot ' | B |
| ''Ow could yeh ' barks ole Poole ''Ow could yeh when | A |
| I 'ad me Queen be'ind ' Sez Begg 'Wot rot | C |
| I slung away me King to take that trick | D |
| Which one Say ain't yer 'ead a trifle thick ' | B |
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| 'Now don't yeh see that when I plays me King | E |
| I give yer Queen a chance an' lost the slam ' | - |
| But Poole 'e sez 'e don't see no such thing | E |
| So Begg gits 'ot an' starts to loose a 'Damn ' | - |
| 'E twigs the missus jist in time to check | F |
| An' makes it 'Dash ' an' gits red down 'is neck | F |
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| There's me an' Peter Begg an' ole man Poole | G |
| Neighbours uv mine that farm a bit close by | H |
| Jist once a week or so we makes a school | G |
| An' gives this game uv Dummy Bridge a fly | H |
| Doreen she 'as her sewing be the fire | I |
| The kid's in bed an' 'ere's me 'eart's desire | I |
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| 'Ome comfort peace the picter uv me wife | J |
| 'Appy at work me neighbours gathered round | K |
| All friendly like wot more is there in life | J |
| I've searched a bit but better I ain't found | K |
| Doreen she seems content but in 'er eye | H |
| I've seen reel pity when the talk gits 'igh | J |
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| This ev'nin' we 'ad started off reel 'ot | K |
| Two little slams an' Poole without a score | L |
| Still lookin' sore about the cards 'e'd got | K |
| When sudden like a knock comes to the door | L |
| 'A visitor ' growls Begg 'to crool our game ' | - |
| An' looks at me as though I was to blame | M |
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| Jist as Doreen goes out I seen 'er grin | A |
| 'Deal 'em up quick ' I whispers 'Grab yer 'and | K |
| An' look reel occupied when they comes in | A |
| Per'aps they'll 'ave the sense to understand | K |
| If it's a man maybe 'e'll make a four | L |
| But if' Then Missus Flood comes in the door | L |
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| 'Twas ole Mar Flood 'er face wrapped in a smile | N |
| 'Now boys ' she sez 'don't let me spoil yer game | M |
| I'll jist chat with Doreen a little while | N |
| But if yeh stop I'll be ashamed I came ' | - |
| An' then she waves a letter in 'er 'and | K |
| Sez she 'Our Jim's a soldier Ain't it grand ' | - |
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| 'Good boy ' sez Poole 'Let's see I make it 'earts ' | - |
| 'Doubled ' shouts Begg 'An' 'e's been in a fight ' | - |
| Sez Missus Flood 'out in them furrin' parts | O |
| French I suppose I can't pronounce it right | K |
| 'E's been once wounded somewhere in the leg ' | - |
| ''Ere Bill Yeh gone to sleep ' asks Peter Begg | P |
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| I plays me Queen uv Spades an' plays 'er bad | K |
| Begg snorts 'My boy ' sighs Missus Flood 'My Jim ' | - |
| 'King 'ere ' laughs Poole 'That's the last Spade I 'ad ' | - |
| Doreen she smiles 'I'm glad yeh've 'eard from 'im ' | - |
| 'We're done ' groans Begg 'Why did yeh nurse yer Ace ' | - |
| 'My Jim ' An' there was sunlight in 'er face | Q |
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| 'I always thought a lot of Jim I did ' | - |
| Sez Begg ''E does yeh credit 'Ere your deal ' | - |
| 'That's so ' sez Poole ''E was an all right kid | K |
| No trumps I'm sorry that's the way yeh feel | R |
| 'Twill take yeh all yer time to make the book ' | - |
| An' then Doreen sends me the wireless look | S |
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| I gets the S O S but Begg is keen | A |
| 'My deal ' 'e yaps 'Wot rotten cards I get ' | - |
| Ole Missus Flood sits closer to Doreen | A |
| 'The best ' she whispers 'I ain't told yeh yet ' | - |
| I strains me ears an' leads me King uv Trumps | T |
| 'Ace 'ere ' grins Begg Poole throws 'is Queen an' thumps | T |
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| 'That saves me Jack ' 'owls Begg 'Tough luck ole sport ' | - |
| Sez Missus Flood 'Jim's won a medal too | K |
| For doin' somethin' brave at Bullycourt ' | - |
| 'Play on play on ' growls Begg 'It's up to you ' | - |
| Then I reneges an' trumps me partner's Ace | Q |
| An' Poole gets sudden murder in 'is face | Q |
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| 'I'm sick of this 'ere game ' 'e grunts 'It's tame ' | - |
| 'Righto ' I chips 'Suppose we toss it in ' | - |
| Begg don't say nothin' so we sling the game | M |
| On my wife's face I twigs a tiny grin | A |
| 'Finished ' sez she su'prised 'Well p'r'aps it's right | K |
| It looks to me like 'earts was trumps tonight ' | - |
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| An' so they was An' say the game was grand | K |
| Two hours we sat while that ole mother told | K |
| About 'er Jim 'is letter in 'er 'and | K |
| An' on 'er face a glowing look that rolled | K |
| The miles all up that lie 'twixt France an' 'ere | L |
| An' found 'er son an' brought 'im very near | L |
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| A game uv Bridge it was with 'earts for trumps | T |
| We was the dummies sittin' silent there | L |
| I knoo the men like me was feelin' chumps | T |
| Foolin' with cards while this was in the air | L |
| It took Doreen to shove us in our place | T |
| An' mother 'eld the lot right from the Ace | T |
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| She told us 'ow 'e said 'e'd writ before | L |
| An' 'ow the letters must 'ave gone astray | L |
| An' 'ow the stern ole father still was sore | L |
| But looked like 'e'd be soft'nin' day by day | L |
| 'Ow pride in Jim peeps out be'ind 'is frown | A |
| An' 'ow the ole fool 'opes to 'ide it down | A |
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| 'I knoo ' she sez 'I never doubted Jim | U |
| But wot could any mother say or do | K |
| When pryin' folks asked wot become uv 'im | U |
| But dropp 'er eyes an' say she never knoo | A |
| Now I can lift me 'ead to that sly glance | T |
| An' say 'Jim's fightin' with the rest in France '' | - |
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| An' when she's gone us four we don't require | L |
| No gossipin' to keep us in imploy | R |
| Ole Poole sits starin' 'ard into the fire | L |
| I guessed that 'e was thinkin' uv 'is boy | V |
| 'Oo's been right in it from the very start | K |
| An' Poole was thinkin' uv a father's part | K |
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| An' then 'e speaks 'This war 'as turned us 'ard | K |
| Suppose four year ago yeh said to me | U |
| That I'd sit 'eedless starin' at a card | K |
| While that ole mother Good Lord ' sez 'e | W |
| 'It takes the women for to put us wise | T |
| To playin' games in war time ' 'an 'e sighs | T |
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| An' 'ere Doreen sets out to put 'im right | K |
| 'There's games an' games ' she sez 'When women starts | T |
| A hand at Bridge like she 'as played tonight | K |
| It's Nature teachin' 'em to make it 'earts | T |
| The other suits are yours ' she sez 'but then | A |
| That's as it should be seein' you are men ' | - |
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| 'Maybe ' sez Poole an' both gits up to go | X |
| I stands beside the door when they are gone | A |
| Watching their lanterns swingin' to an' fro | X |
| An' 'ears Begg's voice as they goes trudgin' on | A |
| 'If you 'ad led that Queen we might 'ave made ' | - |
| 'Rubbidge ' shouts Poole 'You mucked it with yer Spade ' | - |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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