In Spadger's Lane Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCD ECECBB FGFHCC BIBIJJ ICIC B BBBBHG CACACC BBBBKK BLBLCC CLCLBB BCBCBB MLMLBB CBCBEE NBNBCC BMBMAA MIMIM OBOBEE BCBCLL| Ole Mother Moon 'oo yanks 'er beamin' dile | A |
| Acrost the sky when we've grown sick o' day | B |
| She's like some fat ole Jane 'oo loves to smile | A |
| On all concerned an' smooth our faults away | B |
| An' like a woman tries to 'ide again | C |
| The sores an' scars crool day 'as made too plain | D |
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| To all the earth she gives the soft glad eye | E |
| She picks no fav'rits in this world o' men | C |
| She peeps in nooks where 'appy lovers sigh | E |
| To make their job more bonzer still an' then | C |
| O'er Spadger's Lane she waves a podgy 'and | B |
| An' turns the scowlin' slums to Fairyland | B |
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| Aw strike I'm gettin' soft in my ole age | F |
| I'm growin' mushy wiv the passin' years | G |
| Me that 'as called it weakness to ingage | F |
| In sloppy thorts that coax the pearly tears | H |
| But say me state o' mind I can't ixplain | C |
| When I seen Rose lars' night in Spadger's Lane | C |
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| 'Twas Spadger's Lane where Ginger Mick 'ung out | B |
| Before 'e took to follerin' the Flag | I |
| The Lane that echoed to 'is drunken shout | B |
| When 'e lobbed 'omeward on a gaudy jag | I |
| Now Spadger's Lane knows Ginger Mick no more | J |
| Fer 'e's become an 'ero at the War | J |
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| A flamin' 'ero at the War that's Mick | I |
| An' Rose 'is Rose is waitin' in the Lane | C |
| Nursin' 'er achin' 'eart an' lookin' sick | I |
| As she crawls out to work an' 'ome again | C |
| Givin' the bird to blokes 'oo'd be 'er 'friend ' | - |
| An' prayin' wiv the rest fer wars to end | B |
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| Quite right I'm growin' sloppy fer a cert | B |
| But I must git it orf me chest or bust | B |
| So 'ere's a song about a grievin' skirt | B |
| An' love an' Ginger Mick an' maiden trust | B |
| The choky sort o' song that fetches tears | H |
| When blokes is full o' sentiment or beers | G |
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| Lars' night when I sneaks down to taste again | C |
| The sights an' sounds I used to know so well | A |
| The moon wus shinin' over Spadger's Lane | C |
| Sof'nin' the sorrer where 'er kind light fell | A |
| Sof'nin' an' soothin' like it wus 'er plan | C |
| To make ixcuses fer the sins uv man | C |
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| Frum shadder inter shadder up the street | B |
| A prowlin' moll sneaks by wiv eyes all 'ate | B |
| Dodgin' some unseen John 'oo's sure slow feet | B |
| Comes tappin' after certin as 'er fate | B |
| In some back crib a shicker's loud 'owled verse | K |
| Stops sudden wiv a crash an' then a curse | K |
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| Low down a splotch o' red where 'angs a blind | B |
| Before the winder uv a Chow caboose | L |
| Shines in the dead black wall an' frum be'ind | B |
| Like all the cats o' Chinertown broke loose | L |
| A mad Chow fiddle wails a two note toon | C |
| An' then I seen 'er underneath the moon | C |
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| Rosie the Rip they calls 'er int he Lane | C |
| Fer she wus alwus willin' wiv 'er 'an's | L |
| An' uses 'em to make 'er meanin' plain | C |
| In ways theat Spadger's beauties understan's | L |
| But when ole Ginger played to snare 'er 'eart | B |
| Rosie the Rip wus jist the soft weak tart | B |
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| 'Igh in 'er winder she wus leanin' out | B |
| Swappin' remarks wiv fat ole Mother Moon | C |
| The things around I clean Fergot about | B |
| Fergot the fiddle an' its crook Chow toon | C |
| I only seen one woman in the light | B |
| Achin' to learn 'er forchin frum the night | B |
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| Ole Ginger's Rose To see 'er sittin' there | M |
| The moonlight shinin' fair into 'er face | L |
| An' sort o' touchin' gentle on 'er 'air | M |
| It made me fair fergit the time an' place | L |
| I feels I'm peepin' where I never ought | B |
| An' tries 'arf not to 'ear the words I caught | B |
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| One soljer's sweetheart that wus wot I seen | C |
| One out o' thousands grievin' thro' the land | B |
| A tart frum Spadger's or a weepin' queen | C |
| Wot's there between 'em when yeh understand | B |
| She 'olds fer Mick wiv all 'is ugly chiv | E |
| The best a lovin' woman 'as to give | E |
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| The best a woman 'as to give Aw 'Struth | N |
| When war an' grief an' trouble's on the land | B |
| Sometimes a bloke gits glimpses uv the truth | N |
| An' sweats 'is soul to try an' understand | B |
| An' then the World like some offishus John | C |
| Shoves out a beefy 'and an' moves 'im on | C |
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| So I seen Rose an' so on that same night | B |
| I seen a million women grievin' there | M |
| Ole Mother Moon she showed to me a sight | B |
| She sees around the World most everyw'ere | M |
| Sneakin' beneath the shadder uv the wall | A |
| I seen an' learned an' understood it all | A |
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| An' as I looks at Rosie dreamin' there | M |
| 'Er 'ead drops on 'er arms I seems to wake | I |
| I sees the moonlight streamin' on 'er 'air | M |
| I 'ears 'er sobbin' like 'er 'eart ud break | I |
| An' me there pryin' on 'er misery | M |
| 'Gawstruth ' I sez 'This ain't no place fer me ' | - |
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| On my tip toes I sneaks the way I came | O |
| The crook Chow fiddle ain't done yowlin' yet | B |
| An' tho' I tells it to me bitter shame | O |
| I'm gittin' soft as 'ell me eyes wus wet | B |
| An' that stern John as I go moochin' by | E |
| Serloots me wiv a cold unfeelin' eye | E |
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| The fat ole Mother Moon she's got a 'eart | B |
| An' so I like to think when she looks down | C |
| Wiv 'er soft gaze upon some weepin tart | B |
| In bonzer gardens or the slums o' town | C |
| She soothes 'em mother like wiv podgy 'ands | L |
| An' makes 'em dream agen uv peaceful lands | L |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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