Jim Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCD EECCFF CCFFGG AACCCC HHIIC JJ KF LLFFMM FFF N OOHHOO FFPP FFFFQQ HHRRNN SSTTH UHV WW XXCCF X FFF EETTFF FFY Z FFA2A2C| 'Now be the Hokey Fly ' sez Peter Begg | A |
| 'Suppose 'e comes 'ome with a wooden leg | A |
| Suppose 'e isn't fit to darnce at all | B |
| Then ain't we 'asty fixin' up this ball | B |
| A little tournament at Bridge is my | C |
| Idear ' sez Peter 'Be the Hokey Fly ' | D |
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| Ole Peter Begg is gettin' on in years | E |
| 'E owns a reel good farm an' all 'e fears | E |
| Is that some girl will land 'im by an' by | C |
| An' shar it with 'im be the Hokey Fly | C |
| That's 'is pet swear word an' I dunno wot | F |
| 'E's meanin' but 'e uses it a lot | F |
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| 'Darncin' ' growls Begg We're fixin' up the 'all | C |
| With bits uv green stuff for a little ball | C |
| To welcome Jim 'oo's comin' 'ome nex' day | F |
| We're 'angin' flags around to make things gay | F |
| An' shiftin' chairs an' candle greasin' floors | G |
| As is our way when blokes comes 'ome from wars | G |
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| 'A little game uv Bridge ' sez Peter Begg | A |
| 'Would be more decent like an' p'r'aps a keg | A |
| Uv somethin' if the 'ero's feelin' dry | C |
| But this 'ere darncin' Be the Hokey Fly | C |
| These selfish women never thinks at all | C |
| About the guest they only wants the ball | C |
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| 'Now cards ' sez Begg 'amuses ev'ry one | H |
| An' then our soldier guest could 'ave 'is fun | H |
| If 'e'd lost both 'is legs It makes me sick | I |
| 'Ere Don't spread that candle grease too thick | I |
| Yeh're wastin' it an' us men 'as to buy | C |
| Enough for nonsense be the Hokey Fly ' | - |
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| Begg 'e ain't never keen on wastin' much | J |
| 'Peter ' I sez 'it's you that needs a crutch | J |
| Why don't yeh get a wife an' settle down ' | - |
| 'E looks reel fierce an' answers with a frown | K |
| 'Do you think I am goin' to be rooked | F |
| For 'arf me tucker jist to get it cooked ' | - |
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| I lets it go at that an' does me job | L |
| An' when a little later on I lob | L |
| Along the 'omeward track down by Flood's gate | F |
| I meet ole Digger Smith an' stops to state | F |
| Me views about the weather an' the war | M |
| 'E tells me Jim gets 'ere nex' day at four | M |
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| An' as we talk I sees along the road | F |
| A strange bloke 'umpin' some queer sort uv load | F |
| I points 'im out to Smith an' sez 'Oo's that | F |
| Looks like a soldier don't 'e be 'is 'at ' | - |
| 'Stranger ' sez Digger 'be the cut uv 'im ' | - |
| But trust a mother's eyes 'It's Jim My Jim | N |
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| My Jim ' I 'ears an' scootin' up the track | O |
| Come Missus Flood with Flo close at 'er back | O |
| It was a race for lover an' for son | H |
| They finished neck an' neck but mother won | H |
| For it was 'er that got the first big 'ug | O |
| I'm so took back I stands there like a mug | O |
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| Then come Flo's turn an' Jim an' Digger they | F |
| Shake 'ands without no fancy gran' stand play | F |
| Yeh'd think they parted yesterd'y them two | P |
| For all the wild 'eroics that they do | P |
| 'Yeh done it lad' sez Jim 'I knoo yeh would ' | - |
| 'You bet ' sez Smith 'but I'm all to the good ' | - |
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| Then uv a sudden all their tongues is loosed | F |
| They finds me there an' I am intrajuiced | F |
| An' Jim tells 'ow it was 'e came to land | F |
| So soon while Mar an' Flo each 'olds a 'and | F |
| But jist as sudden they all stop an' stare | Q |
| Down to the 'ouse at Dad Flood standin' there | Q |
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| 'E's got 'is 'and up shadin' off the sun | H |
| Then 'e starts up to them but Dad don't run | H |
| 'E isn't 'owlin' for 'is lost boy's kiss | R |
| 'E's got 'is own sweet way in things like this | R |
| 'E wanders up and' stands an' looks at Jim | N |
| An' spare me days that look was extra grim | N |
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| I seen the mother pluckin' at 'er dress | S |
| I seen the girl's white face an' 'er distress | S |
| An' Digger Smith 'e looks reel queer to me | T |
| Grinnin' inside 'imself 'e seemed to be | T |
| At last Dad sez oh 'e's a tough ole gun | H |
| 'Well are yeh sorry now for what yeh done ' | - |
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| Jim gives a start but answers with a grin | U |
| 'Well Dad I 'ave been learnin' discipline | H |
| An' tho' I ain't quite sure wot did occur | V |
| Way back' 'e's grinnin' worse 'I'm sorry sir ' | - |
| It beats me that about these soldier blokes | W |
| They're always grinnin' like all things was jokes | W |
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| P'r'aps Dad is gettin' dull in 'is ole age | X |
| But 'e don't seem to see Jim's cammyflage | X |
| P'r'aps 'e don't want to for in 'is ole eye | C |
| I seen a twinkle as 'e give reply | C |
| 'Nex' week ' 'e sez 'we will begin to cart | F |
| The taters Yeh can make another start ' | - |
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| But then 'e grabs Jim's 'and I seen the joy | X |
| In mother's eyes 'Now welcome 'ome me boy ' | - |
| Sez Dad an' then 'e adds 'Yeh've made me proud ' | - |
| That's all An' 'e don't add it none too loud | F |
| Dad don't express 'is feelin's in a shout | F |
| It cost 'im somethin' to git that much out | F |
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| We 'ad the darnce An' spite uv all Begg's fears | E |
| Jim darnced like 'e could keep it up for years | E |
| Mostly with Flo We don't let up till three | T |
| An' then ole Peter Begg Doreen an' me | T |
| We walk together 'ome an' on the way | F |
| Doreen 'as quite a lot uv things to say | F |
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| 'Did you see Flo ' sez she 'Don't she look grand | F |
| That Jim's the luckiest in all the land | F |
| An' little Smith that girl uv is I'm sure | Y |
| She'll bring 'im 'appiness that will endure ' | - |
| She 'ugs my arm then sez ''Usband or wife | Z |
| If it's the right one is the wealth uv life ' | - |
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| I sneaks a look at Begg an' answers 'Yes | F |
| Yeh're right ole girl that's the reel 'appiness | F |
| An' if ole lonely growlers was to know | A2 |
| The worth uv 'appy marridge 'ere below | A2 |
| They'd swap their bank books for a wife ' sez I | C |
| Sez Peter Begg 'Well Be the Hokey Fly ' | - |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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