Hitched Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCBD BBBBBEBE EEEEEFEF GBGBBEBE GBGBBBBH CHCHHIHI AJHJJBJB KHKHHLHL MBMBBN N EEEEEBEB BEBEEBEB OGOGGEGE PEPQQRQR SRSRRER BLBL BLB| An' wilt yeh take this woman fer to be | A |
| Yer wedded wife O strike me Will I wot | B |
| Take 'er Doreen 'E stan's there arstin' me | A |
| As if 'e thort per'aps I'd rather not | B |
| Take 'er 'E seemed to think 'er kind was got | B |
| Like cigarette cards fer the arstin' Still | C |
| I does me stunt in this 'ere hitchin' rot | B |
| An' speaks me piece 'Righto ' I sez 'I will ' | D |
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| 'I will ' I sez An' tho' a joyful shout | B |
| Come from me bustin' 'eart I know it did | B |
| Me voice got sorter mangled comin' out | B |
| An' makes me whisper like a frightened kid | B |
| 'I will ' I squeaks An' I'd 'a' give a quid | B |
| To 'ad it on the quite wivout this fuss | E |
| An' orl the starin' crowd that Mar 'ad bid | B |
| To see this solim hitchin' up of us | E |
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| 'Fer rich er er fer poorer ' So 'e bleats | E |
| 'In sick ness an' in 'ealth ' An' there I stands | E |
| An' dunno 'arf the chatter I repeats | E |
| Nor wot the 'ell to do wiv my two 'ands | E |
| But 'e don't 'urry puttin' on our brands | E |
| This white 'aired pilot bloke but gives it lip | F |
| Dressed in 'is little shirt wiv frills an' bands | E |
| 'In sick ness an' in ' Ar I got the pip | F |
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| An' once I missed me turn an' Ginger Mick | G |
| 'Oo's my best man 'e ups an' beefs it out | B |
| 'I will ' 'e 'owls an' fetches me a kick | G |
| 'Your turn to chin ' 'e tips wiv a shout | B |
| An' there I'm standin' like a gawky lout | B |
| Aw spare me But I seemed to be all 'ands | E |
| An' wonders wot 'e's goin' crook about | B |
| Wiv 'arf a mind to crack 'im where 'e stands | E |
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| O lumme But ole Ginger was a trick | G |
| Got up regardless fer the solim rite | B |
| 'E 'awks the bunnies when 'e toils does Mick | G |
| An' twice I saw 'im feelin' fer a light | B |
| To start a fag an' trembles lest 'e might | B |
| Thro' force o' habit like 'E's nervis too | B |
| That's plain fer orl 'is air o' bluff an' skite | B |
| An' jist as keen as me to see it thro' | H |
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| But 'struth the wimmnin 'Ow they love this frill | C |
| Fer Auntie Liz an' Mar o' course wus there | H |
| An' Mar's two uncles' wives an' Cousin Lil | C |
| An' 'arf a dozen more to grin and stare | H |
| I couldn't make me 'ands fit anywhere | H |
| I felt like I wus up afore the Beak | I |
| But my Doreen she never turns a 'air | H |
| Nor misses once when it's 'er turn to speak | I |
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| Ar strike No more swell marridges fer me | A |
| It seems a blinded year afore 'e's done | J |
| We could 'a' fixed it in the registree | H |
| Twice over 'fore this cove 'ad 'arf begun | J |
| I s'pose the wimmin git some sorter fun | J |
| Wiv all this guyver an 'is nibs's shirt | B |
| But seems to me it takes the bloomin' bun | J |
| This stylish splicin' uv a bloke an' skirt | B |
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| 'To be yer weddid wife ' Aw take a pull | K |
| Wot in the 'ell's 'e think I come there for | H |
| An' so 'e drawls an' drones until I'm full | K |
| An' wants to do a duck clean out the door | H |
| An' yet fer orl 'is 'igh falutin' jor | H |
| Ole Snowy wus a reel good meanin' bloke | L |
| If 'twasn't fer the 'oly look 'e wore | H |
| Yeh'd think 'e piled it on jist fer a joke | L |
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| An' when at last 'e shuts 'is little book | M |
| I 'eaves a sigh that nearly bust me vest | B |
| But 'Eavens Now 'ere's muvver goin' crook | M |
| An' sobbin' awful on me manly chest | B |
| I wish she'd give them water works a rest | B |
| 'My little girl ' she 'owls 'O treat 'er well | N |
| She's young too young to leave 'er muvver's nest ' | - |
| 'Orright ole chook ' I nearly sez Oh 'ell | N |
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| An' then we 'as a beano up at Mar's | E |
| A slap up feed wiv wine an' two big geese | E |
| Doreen sits next ter me 'er eyes like stars | E |
| O 'ow I wished their blessed yap would cease | E |
| The Parson bloke 'e speaks a little piece | E |
| That makes me blush an' 'ang me silly 'ead | B |
| 'E sez 'e 'opes our lovin' will increase | E |
| I likes that pilot fer the things 'e said | B |
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| 'E sez Doreen an' me is in a boat | B |
| An' sailin' on the matrimonial sea | E |
| 'E sez as 'ow 'e hopes we'll allus float | B |
| In peace an' joy from storm an' danger free | E |
| Then muvver gits to weepin' in 'er tea | E |
| An' Auntie Liz sobs like a winded colt | B |
| An' Cousin Lil comes 'round an' kisses me | E |
| Until I feel I'll 'ave to do a bolt | B |
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| Then Ginger gits end up an' makes a speech | O |
| 'E'd 'ad a couple but 'e wasn't shick | G |
| 'My cobber 'ere ' 'e sez ''as copped a peach | O |
| Of orl the barrer load she is the pick | G |
| I 'opes 'e won't fergit 'is pals too quick | G |
| As wus 'is frien's in olden days becors | E |
| I'm trusting later on ' sez Ginger Mick | G |
| 'To celebrate the chris'nin' ' 'Oly wars | E |
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| At last Doreen an' me we gits away | P |
| An' leaves 'em doin' nothin' to the scram | E |
| We're honey moonin' down beside the Bay | P |
| I gives a 'arf a dollar to the man | Q |
| Wot drives the cab an' like two kids we ran | Q |
| To ketch the train Ah strike I could 'a' flown | R |
| We gets the carridge right agen the van | Q |
| She whistles jolts an' starts An' we're alone | R |
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| Doreen an' me My precious bit o' fluff | S |
| Me own true weddid wife An' we're alone | R |
| She seems so frail an' me so big an' rough | S |
| I dunno wot this feelin' is that's grown | R |
| Inside me 'ere that makes me feel I own | R |
| A thing so tender like I fear to squeeze | E |
| Too 'ard fer fear she'll break Then wiv a groan | R |
| I starts to 'ear a coot call 'Tickets please ' | - |
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| You could 'a' outed me right on the spot | B |
| I wus so rattled when that porter spoke | L |
| Fer 'struth Them tickets I 'ad fair forgot | B |
| But 'e fist laughs an' takes it fer a joke | L |
| 'We must ixcuse ' 'e sez 'new married folk ' | - |
| An' I pays up an' grins an' blushes red | B |
| It shows 'ow married life improves a bloke | L |
| If I'd bin single I'd 'a' punched 'is head | B |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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