Nocturne Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC CBCBBB DCDCCC BCBCEE CFCFGG GBGBBB CCCCCC HIHIJ C CKLL BMBMMM ABABNN OBOBPM CKCKCC HFHFC BCBCHH QRQRH STSTBB CB BR S SCMM FCFCJ FJFRC BHB R FB B H HTHTF CTC BB NCNCFF RCRCR CHC R| I'm standin' at the corner uv the Lane | A |
| The Land called Spadgers waiting fer 'is jills | B |
| The night's come chilly an' a drizzlin' rain | A |
| Falls steady where a near by street lamp spills | B |
| A gashly yeller light on stones all wet | C |
| An' makes the darkest corners darker yet | C |
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| Them darkest corners 'Struth Wot ain't I 'eard | C |
| Uv dark deeds done there in the olden days | B |
| When crooks inticed some silly sozzled bird | C |
| Upstage an' dealt with 'im in unkind ways | B |
| Bashed 'im with bottles woodened 'im with boots | B |
| Spadgers was rood to flush an' festive coots | B |
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| If you are flush in Spadgers 'tain't good form | D |
| To git too festive if you valyer thrift | C |
| To flash yer gilt an' go the pace too warm | D |
| Might make the Lane regard yeh as a gift | C |
| Ther's nothin' loose they're likely to ferget | C |
| An' all yeh've left is 'eadache an' regret | C |
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| Lestwise that's 'ow it used to be They say | B |
| The Lane's reformed an' took to honest trade | C |
| An' so yeh'd think to see it uv a day | B |
| All prim an' proper But when ev'nin's shade | C |
| Comes down an' fools as stacks uv beans to spill | E |
| Why 'umin nacher's 'urnin nacher still | E |
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| Don't git me wrong An' jist in case you might | C |
| Misjudge the gents 'oo plys their callin' there | F |
| In Spadgers darkest corners uv a night | C |
| Wot time a shikkered mug 'as gonce to spare | F |
| I'd jist ixplain they takes their point uv view | G |
| Frum diff'rint angles to sich birds as you | G |
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| F'rinstance s'posin' blokes like me an' you | G |
| 'Oo is raspectabil I 'ope should see | B |
| Some prodigal all 'eadin' fer to do | G |
| A one ack 'Road to Ruin' tragedy | B |
| Would we jist let 'im flop before our eyes | B |
| Or bein' decint 'umins put 'im wise | B |
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| Would we not try to 'alt the wayward feet | C |
| Uv this 'ere errin' brother with a word | C |
| Before 'is moril knock out was complete | C |
| O' course we would Advice is cheap I've 'eard | C |
| When sinners miss the step ther's few men ain't | C |
| Itchin' like 'ell to preach an' be a saint | C |
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| Well s'pose again the Lane should see a bloke | H |
| Dead keen to splash around 'is surplis wealth | I |
| On rapid livin' till 'e's bust an' broke | H |
| An' rooned in repitation an' in 'ealth | I |
| Do they tork empty words an' let 'im go | J |
| Jist for a chance to say 'I tole yeh so ' | - |
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| Not them They say ' 'Ere is a wasteful coot | C |
| 'Oo will be sorry ere tamorrer's sun ' | - |
| Per meejim then uv bottle or uv boot | C |
| They learn 'im wisdom an' 'is sinful fun | K |
| Is ended An' for quick results their style | L |
| 'As all yer preachin' beaten be a mile | L |
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| Quick action missionaries you might say | B |
| When they sees some stray sheep inclined to roam | M |
| An' chuck 'is 'ealth an' character away | B |
| They takes stern measures for to lead 'im 'ome | M |
| An' if they reaps some profits at the game | M |
| Well 'oo are me an' you to sling 'em blame | M |
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| I'm standin' at the corner uv the Lane | A |
| Toyin' with sich thorts idly when I spys | B |
| A furtive coot come sloushin' through the rain | A |
| An' stop to size me up with sidelong eyes | B |
| An' then 'e chats me with the punkest tale | N |
| That ever got a bad man into jail | N |
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| I s'pose me face ain't clear in that 'arf dark | O |
| Or else 'e was near sighted An' I s'pose | B |
| I mighter seemed to 'im a easy mark | O |
| Me in me farmer's 'at an' country clo'es | B |
| But strike it 'urt me pride to think that 'e | P |
| Would try to ring that old old dope on me | M |
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| On me 'Is make up fairly yelled 'is trade | C |
| Brandin' 'im plain a low down city gun | K |
| The simple country mug was never made | C |
| ' o'd wear sich duds It was all overdone | K |
| 'Is moleskin pants 'is carpet bag 'is beard | C |
| Like some cheap stage comeejin 'e appeared | C |
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| 'Hey mate ' 'e w'ispers 'Could yeh do a bloke | H |
| A little favor Listen on the square | F |
| I've done me tin I'm bottle green dead broke | H |
| An' can't git 'ome I 'aven't got me fare | F |
| But 'ere's me watch reel gold belong to Dad | C |
| Lend us a fiver on it will yeh lad ' | - |
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| A reel gold watch Oh 'elp They worked that lay | B |
| When I was jist a barefoot kid 'Twas old | C |
| When cheap jacks sweated for their 'ard earned pay | B |
| At country shows I knoo the sort of gold | C |
| Priced in the brumy shops four an' a zac | H |
| An' 'fore you git' 'em 'ome the gold's gone black | H |
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| 'Send I may live ' I sez 'You got a nerve | Q |
| That tale's got w'iskers longer than your own | R |
| A slice of cold 'ard quod's wot you deserve | Q |
| For springin' duds like that Lea' me alone | R |
| An' try some kindergarten with that lurk | H |
| A man's a right to crack you Aw git work ' | - |
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| But 'e won't take a 'int nor 'old 'is jaw | S |
| This amacher in crime with brums to sell | T |
| But breasts right up to me an' starts to paw | S |
| Now likewise that's a game I know too well | T |
| Pawin' with one 'and while the other dips | B |
| Into yer 'Back ' I yell an' come to grips | B |
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| I grab 'im be the throat an' shake 'im good | C |
| Ixpectin' 'is fake w'iskers to come loose | B |
| 'A rotten way to earn yer livli'ood ' | - |
| I growl 'E grunts 'Is face is goin' puce | B |
| 'You imitation crook ' I sez agen | R |
| 'Wot do yeh mean by swin'lin' honest men ' | - |
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| I shake 'im 'ard once more 'The first John 'Op | S |
| That comes ' I sez 'can 'ave you for a gift ' | - |
| Me late idears uv thugs 'as all gone flop | S |
| Me point uv view some'ow ' 'as seemed to shift | C |
| 'Tain't philosophic like it used to be | M |
| Now someone's took a fly at thuggin' me | M |
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| 'E's gurglin' nicely clawin' at the air | F |
| 'You pest ' I sez 'You scum You sewer rat | C |
| Why can't yeh earn yer livin' on the square | F |
| An' be raspectabil ' I'm gettin' that | C |
| Right thinkin' I am all one virchus glow | J |
| 'Leg gug ' 'e gurgles musical 'Leggo ' | - |
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| We made a pretty pitcher standin' there | F |
| Nocturne as artists sez I felt some'ow | J |
| That underneath the yeller lamp light's glare | F |
| 'Is upturned face It's gittin' purple now | R |
| Was sumpthin' painters would admire no end | C |
| Then a sharp voice be'ind me yelps 'Young friend ' | - |
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| 'Young friend ' 'e sez su'prised 'wot wot's amiss | B |
| Yes my ole parson friend I drops the crook | H |
| 'You are nustook young friend ' 'e sez 'for this | B |
| Is not the man for 'oo we've conic to look ' | - |
| Then 'e stares closer at the gaspin' gun | R |
| 'Why Bless me 'eart ' 'e chirps 'It's Daniel Dunn ' | - |
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| 'It's Mister Dunn ' 'e sez 'from Bungaroo | F |
| My farmer friend ' 'Ere was a flamin' mess | B |
| 'Is this 'ere coot ' I arsts 'well knowed to you ' | - |
| The parson takes another gig 'Why yes | B |
| You're Mister Dunn ' An' Whiskers answers ''Ick ' | - |
| I notice then that Daniel's partly shick | H |
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| A dinkum farmer Strike I'm in all wrong | H |
| 'Sorry ' I sez 'My fault 'Ow could I tell | T |
| I acted nervis when 'e come along | H |
| But if you're sure it might be jist as well | T |
| To intrajuice us 'coz it would appear | F |
| Ther's been some slight misun'erstandin' 'ere ' | - |
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| Then Snowy twinkles an' pufforms the rite | C |
| W'iskers 'as got 'is wind back with the spell | T |
| ''Appy to meet yeh sir ' 'e sez perlite | C |
| 'Don't mention it ' sez me 'I 'ope you're well ' | - |
| 'Not bad consid'rin' ' 'e remarks an' takes | B |
| Me 'and 'the narsty weather ' So we shakes | B |
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| Then I ixplain an' W'iskers spills 'is tale | N |
| The old yarn uv the mug 'oo puts 'is trust | C |
| In nice new city frien's uv 'is 'oo fail | N |
| To keep appointments an' 'e wakes up bust | C |
| We spring a overdraft an' leave 'im there | F |
| Bristlin' with gratiehood in every 'air | F |
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| 'Jist goes to show ' I sez to Snowy then | R |
| 'If I 'ad not well not detained yer friend | C |
| 'E mighter fallen in with reel rough men | R |
| An' ended up all narsty in the end | C |
| I feel to night some'ow me luck's dead in | R |
| An' I could give some crook a rotten spin ' | - |
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| 'Young friend ' sez Snowy solemn 'should we meet | C |
| This man we seek to night this feller Wegg | H |
| Try to be diplermatic an' discreet | C |
| Reason with 'im no vi'lince friend I beg ' | - |
| 'Wot Vi'lince Me ' I chirps I'm bublin' now | R |
| 'Wot do yeh know bout that I'll kiss the cow ' | - |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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