Mar Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABA BBCB BBBB DDE FG DHAA IIDI CCJC FCKC LM L NNB OOP Q RRAR BB FFR SSRS FFC DDTD CCCC UUCU DDBD BBVB AADA WWDW RRFR RRBR| ''Er pore dear Par ' she sez ''e kept a store' | A |
| An' then she weeps an' stares 'ard at the floor | A |
| ''Twas thro' 'is death ' she sez 'we wus rejuiced | B |
| To this ' she sez An' then she weeps some more | A |
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| ''Er par ' she sez 'me poor late 'usband kept | B |
| An 'ay an' corn store 'E'd no faults ixcept | B |
| 'Im fallin' 'eavy orf a load o' charf | C |
| W'ich killed 'im on the ' 'Struth But 'ow she wept | B |
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| She blows 'er nose an' sniffs ''E would 'a' made' | B |
| She sez 'a lot of money in the trade | B |
| But 'im took orf so sudden like we found | B |
| 'E 'adn't kept 'is life insurince paid | B |
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| 'To think ' she sez 'a child o' mine should be | D |
| Rejuiced to workin' in a factory | D |
| If 'er pore Par 'e 'adn't died ' she sobs | E |
| I sez 'It wus a bit o' luck for me ' | - |
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| Then I gits 'as red as 'ell 'That is I mean ' | - |
| I sez 'I mighter never met Doreen | F |
| If 'e 'ad not' an' 'ere I lose me block | G |
| 'I 'ope ' I sez ''e snuffed it quick and clean ' | - |
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| An' that wus 'ow I made me first deboo | D |
| I'd dodged it cunnin' fer a month or two | H |
| Doreen she sez 'You'll have to meet my Mar | A |
| Some day ' she sez An' so I seen it thro' | A |
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| I'd pictered some stern female in a cap | I |
| Wot puts the fear o' Gawd into a chap | I |
| And 'ere she wus aweepin' in 'er tea | D |
| An' drippin' moistcher like a leaky tap | I |
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| Two dilly sorter dawgs made outer delf | C |
| Stares 'ard at me frum orf the mantelshelf | C |
| I seemed to symperthise wiv them there pups | J |
| I felt so stiff an' brittle like meself | C |
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| Clobber Me trosso 'ead to foot wus noo | F |
| Got up regardless fer this interview | C |
| Stiff shirt a Yankee soot split up the back | K |
| A tie wiv yeller spots an' stripes o' blue | C |
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| Me cuffs kep' playing wiv me nervis fears | L |
| Me patent leathers nearly brought the tears | M |
| An' there I sits wiv 'Yes mum Thanks Indeed ' | - |
| Me stand up collar sorin' orf me ears | L |
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| 'Life's 'ard ' she sez an' then she brightens up | N |
| 'Still we 'ave alwus 'ad our bite and sup | N |
| Doreen's been sich a help she 'as indeed | B |
| Some more tea Willy 'Ave another cup ' | - |
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| Willy O 'ell 'Ere wus a flaming pill | O |
| A moniker that alwus makes me ill | O |
| 'If it's the same to you mum ' I replies | P |
| 'I answer quicker to the name of Bill ' | - |
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| Up goes 'er 'ands an' eyes 'That vulgar name ' | - |
| No Willy but it isn't all the same | Q |
| My fucher son must be respectable ' | - |
| 'Orright ' I sez 'I s'pose it's in the game ' | - |
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| 'Me fucher son ' she sez 'right on frum this | R |
| Must not take anythink I say amiss | R |
| I know me jooty by me son in lor | A |
| So Willy come an' give ya Mar a kiss' | R |
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| I done it Tho' I dunno 'ow I did | B |
| 'Dear boy ' she sez 'to do as you are bid | B |
| Be kind to 'er ' she sobs 'my little girl ' | - |
| An' then I kiss Doreen She sez 'Ah Kid ' | - |
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| Doreen Ar 'ow 'er pretty eyes did shine | F |
| No sight on earth or 'Eaving's 'arf so fine | F |
| An' as they looked at me she seemed to say | R |
| 'I'm proud of 'im I am an' 'e is mine ' | - |
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| There was a sorter glimmer in 'er eye | S |
| An 'appy nervis look 'arf proud 'arf shy | S |
| I seen 'er in me mind be'ind the cups | R |
| In our own little kipsie bye an' bye | S |
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| An' then when Mar in lor an' me began | F |
| To tork of 'ouse'old things an' scheme an' plan | F |
| A sudden thort fair jolts me where I live | C |
| 'These is my wimmin folk An' I'm a man ' | - |
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| It's wot they calls responsibility | D |
| All of a 'eap that feelin' come to me | D |
| An' somew'ere in me 'ead I seemed to feel | T |
| A sneakin' sort o' wish that I was free | D |
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| 'Ere's me 'oo never took no 'eed o' life | C |
| Investin' in a mar in lor an' wife | C |
| Someone to battle fer besides meself | C |
| Somethink to love an' shield frum care and strife | C |
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| It makes yeh solim when yeh come to think | U |
| Wot love and marridge means Ar strike me pink | U |
| It ain't all sighs and kisses It's yer life | C |
| An' 'ere's me temblin' on the bloomin' brink | U |
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| ''Er pore dead Par ' she sez an' gulps a sob | D |
| An' then I tells 'er 'ow I got a job | D |
| As storeman down at Jones' printin' joint | B |
| A decent sorter cop for fifty bob | D |
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| The things get 'ome like an' we torks till late | B |
| An' tries to tease Doreen to fix the date | B |
| An' she gits sudden soft and tender like | V |
| An' cries a bit when we parts at the gate | B |
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| An' as I'm moochin' 'omeward frum the car | A |
| A sudden notion stops me wiv a jar | A |
| Wot if Doreen I thinks should grow to be | D |
| A fat ole weepin' willer like 'er Mar | A |
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| O 'struth It won't bear thinkin' of It's crook | W |
| An' I'm a mean unfeelin' dawg to look | W |
| At things like that Doreen's Doreen to me | D |
| The sweetest peach on w'ich a man wus shook | W |
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| 'Er 'pore dear Par' I s'pose 'e 'ad 'is day | R |
| An' kissed and smooged an' loved 'er in 'is way | R |
| An' wed an' took 'is chances like a man | F |
| But Gawd this splicin' racket ain't all play | R |
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| Love is a gamble an' there ain't no certs | R |
| Some day I s'pose I'll git wise to the skirts | R |
| An' learn to take the bitter wiv the sweet | B |
| But strike me purple 'Willy ' That's wot 'urts | R |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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