Narcissus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBBB CDCDBB DBBDEE BFBFGG BHHBII BD DJJ KBBK LBL M I NIKK EOOEDD BBBBKK BHEBDD HNENDD DPPDBB BDBDDD BLLBQQ DBDBBB DDDDBB| A man's a mug I've worked the 'ole thing out | A |
| To day down in the orchard where I sat | B |
| Runnin' the wheels red 'ot beneath me 'at | B |
| An' wras'lin' fervud with a sudden doubt | B |
| A doubt wot's plugged me fair bang on the point | B |
| An' jolted all me glad dreams out uv joint | B |
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| It's been a pearlin' day The birds above | C |
| Up in the trees sung fit to break their 'earts | D |
| It seemed some'ow the 'ole world's makin' love | C |
| Ixceptin' me An' then an' there I starts | D |
| To think things out an' git me bearin's straight | B |
| Becoz Well I ain't been meself uv late | B |
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| I've flopped It was the parson put me wise | D |
| Before 'e left I 'ad been full uv skite | B |
| I was the 'ero uv the piece all right | B |
| Me chest was out me 'ead was twice the size | D |
| It used to be I felt I was king pin | E |
| Did n't the papers 'ave me photer in | E |
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| I was that puffed with pride I never stopped | B |
| To search me soul fer signs uv wear an' tear | F |
| I loved meself so much I never dropped | B |
| To any blot or blemish anywhere | F |
| The Lord 'Igh Muck a muck wot done the trick | G |
| An' dug the Murray with 'is little pick | G |
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| When I think back on it I go all 'ot | B |
| I was that blind I never even seen | H |
| Nor looked to see no changes in Doreen | H |
| I was content to 'ave 'er on the spot | B |
| Dodgin' about the 'ouse in 'er calm way | I |
| To chirp 'Yes Bill ' to everything I say | I |
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| The parson punchered me 'E's alwiz 'ad | B |
| A trick uv callin' me by fancy names | D |
| In town 'e christened me 'Sir Gally'ad ' | - |
| 'Oo was it seems a knight wot rescued dames | D |
| But never spoke out uv 'is turn to none | J |
| Becoz 'is 'eart was pure 'E took the bun | J |
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| But now 'Narcissy' is the moniker | K |
| 'E wishes on me an' I arst fer light | B |
| 'Narcissy ' I remarks 'Don't sound perlite | B |
| 'Oo was this bird There looks to be a slur | K |
| Or somethin' sly about that cissy touch ' | - |
| 'A bloke ' 'e sez ''oo liked 'imself too much ' | - |
| I looks quick fer that twinkle in 'is eye | L |
| Wot tells me if 'e's kiddin' me or not | B |
| But it ain't there 'Fair dinkum ' I reply | L |
| 'You don't mean You ain't 'intin' that I've got ' | - |
| 'I mean ' 'e sez 'you should give thanks through life | M |
| That you 'ave been so lucky in your wife ' | - |
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| 'E don't 'arp on the toon but turns away | I |
| 'Your daffydils ' 'e sez 'makes quite a show ' | - |
| An' latter when it came 'is time to go | N |
| 'E shakes me 'and reel arty twinklin' gay | I |
| But 'lucky in me wife ' Where did I 'ear | K |
| Somethin' like that before It sounds dead queer | K |
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| I seeks the orchard with a sickly grin | E |
| To sort meself out straight an' git a grip | O |
| Them 'ints the parson drops give me the pip | O |
| I don't quite see where daffvdils comes in | E |
| But 'lucky in me wife ' Why spare me days | D |
| Yeh'd think I beat 'er by the things 'e says | D |
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| I tries to kid meself to back me skite | B |
| An' 'old that wad uv self content I 'ad | B |
| It ain't no use I know the parson's right | B |
| Clean through the piece I 'ave been actin' bad | B |
| I've been so full uv Me I've treated 'er | K |
| Like she was well a bit uv furnicher | K |
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| Yet 'furnicher' don't seem to put it good | B |
| Nothin' so wooden don't describe Doreen | H |
| All through the game some'ow she's alwiz been | E |
| Well somewhere 'andy 'elpin' where she could | B |
| An' manidgin' an' Bli'me Now I see | D |
| Wot she did manidge was the block'ead me | D |
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| Well I'm the goat I s'pose I should 'ave seen | H |
| I was n't 'ead an' tail uv all the show | N |
| A bit uv putty in 'er 'ands I been | E |
| An' so bullheaded that I did n't know | N |
| Only fer 'er things might 'ave Spare me days | D |
| I never will git used to women's ways | D |
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| Only fer 'er Rose might But wot's the use | D |
| Shakespeare 'as said it right the world's a stage | P |
| An' all us 'uman ducks an' dames ingage | P |
| In actin' parts Mostly the men cut loose | D |
| An' fights an' throws their weight about a lot | B |
| But listen It's the women weave the plot | B |
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| The women Well it's been a bonnie day | B |
| Blue bonnets dodgin' in an' out the ferns | D |
| Looks like blue chips uv sky come down to play | B |
| An' down the valley where the creek track turns | D |
| I see Rose arm in arm with Wally Free | D |
| The 'ole world's makin' love ixceptin' me | D |
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| Huh Women Yes a man's a mug all right | B |
| I sees the sof' clouds sailin' in the sky | L |
| An' bits uv thistledown go driftin' by | L |
| 'Jist like men's lives ' I think An' then I sight | B |
| Fair in me cabbages ole Wally's cow | Q |
| That fence But them plants ain't worth savin' now | Q |
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| Women I wonder 'oo Narcissy was | D |
| Green trees agin blue 'ills don't look 'arf bad | B |
| I s'pose 'e got the cissy part becoz | D |
| 'Is ways was womanish Well serve 'im glad | B |
| That cow uv Wally's ort to milk a treat | B |
| With plenty good young cabbage plants to cat | B |
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| Women is often 'elpful in a sense | D |
| Lord it's a lazy day Before it fails | D |
| I better git a 'ammer an' some nails | D |
| An' dodge acrost an' mend that bit uv fence | D |
| It's up to me to try an' put things right | B |
| An' well I'll 'elp Doreen wash up tonight | B |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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