Listeners Luck Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCBBABBCDD EBBEF GGGGBB HBBHII JFFJK BLLBMM BNNBOO PQQPRR STTSGG UVVUWW XYYXGG TGGTG| 'My sort ' she sez 'don't meet no fairy prince ' | A |
| I can't 'elp 'earin' part uv wot was said | B |
| While I am sortin' taters in the shed | B |
| They've 'ad these secret confabs ever since | C |
| Rose came 'Er an' Doreen's been 'eart to 'eart | B |
| 'Oldin' pow wows in which I got no part | B |
| 'My sort ' sez Rose 'don't meet no fairy prince ' | A |
| 'Er voice seems sort uv lonely like an' sad | B |
| 'Ah well ' she sez 'there's jobs still to be 'ad | B |
| Down in the fact'ries I ain't one to wince | C |
| Frum all the knocks I've 'ad an' will 'ave Still | D |
| Sometimes I git fed up against me will | D |
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| 'Some women 'ave the luck ' she sez 'like you | E |
| Their lives seem made fer love an' joy an' sport | B |
| But I'm jist one uv the unlucky sort | B |
| I've give up dreamin' dreams they don't come true | E |
| There ain't no love or joy or sport fer me | F |
| Life's made me 'ard an' 'ard I got to be ' | - |
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| 'Oh rubbidge ' sez Doreen 'You've got the blues | G |
| We all 'ave bad luck some times but it mends | G |
| An' you're still young my dear you 'ave your friends | G |
| Why should you think that you must alwiz lose | G |
| The sun's still shinin' birds still sing an' court | B |
| An' men still marry ' Rose sez 'Not my sort | B |
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| An' then Aw well I thort I knoo me wife | H |
| 'Ow she can be so gentle an' so kind | B |
| An' all the tenderness that's in 'er mind | B |
| As I've 'ad cause to know through married life | H |
| But never 'ave I 'Eard 'er wisdom speak | I |
| Sich words before It left me wond'rin' meek | I |
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| Yes meek I felt an' proud all in the one | J |
| Proud fer to know 'ow fine my wife can be | F |
| Meek fer to think she cares fer sich as me | F |
| ''Ope lasts ' I 'ear 'er say 'till life is done | J |
| An' life can bring us joy I know it can | K |
| I know fer I've been lucky in my man ' | - |
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| There's a wife for yeh Green Think in the 'ead | B |
| To think she'd go an' tork be'ind me back | L |
| Gossip an' paint me character that black | L |
| I'm glad I can't 'ear more uv wot was said | B |
| They wander off down by the creek somewhere | M |
| Green Well I said that women talk 'ot air | M |
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| I thinks uv Danny Dunn an' wot I've planned | B |
| Doreen don't know wot I got up me sleeve | N |
| An' Rose don't know that she won't 'ave to leave | N |
| Not once I come to light an' take a 'and | B |
| Block'ead won't be the name they'll call me then | O |
| Women can tork but action needs us men | O |
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| Yet I dunno Some ways it ain't so fine | P |
| Spite uv 'is money Danny ain't much catch | Q |
| It seems a pity Rose can't make a match | Q |
| That's reel romantic like Doreen's an' mine | P |
| But then again although 'e's old an' plain | R |
| Danny's a kinder fate than Spadgers Lane | R |
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| Bit later on I see Rose standin' by | S |
| That bridge frum where Mick waved 'is last farewell | T |
| When 'e went smilin' to the war an' fell | T |
| 'Ow diffrint if 'e 'ad n't come to die | S |
| I thinks Life's orful sad some ways | G |
| Though it's 'ard to be sad on these Spring days | G |
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| Doreen 'as left fer reasons uv 'er own | U |
| An' Rose is gazin' down into the stream | V |
| Lost like it seems in some un'appy dream | V |
| She looks perthetic standin' there alone | U |
| Wis'ful she looks But when I've turned away | W |
| I git a shock to 'ear 'er larfin' gay | W |
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| It's that coot Wally Free 'e's with 'er now | X |
| Funny 'ow 'is fool chatter makes 'er smile | Y |
| An' shove 'er troubles under fer a while | Y |
| Pity 'e don't pay more 'eed to 'is cow | X |
| Instid uv loafin' there 'E's got no sense | G |
| I'm sick uv tellin' 'im to mend that fence | G |
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| 'Er sort don't meet no fairy prince Ar well | T |
| Fairy gawdfathers p'raps wot once was knights | G |
| Might take a turn at puttin' things to rights | G |
| Green Block'ead am I You can't alwiz tell | T |
| Wait till I wave me magic mit at Rose | G |
| An' turn 'er into 'Mrs Stone the crows ' | - |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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