Old Town Types No. 9 - Long John, The Snob Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED FGFGA ED HIJIB ED BKBKCDED| Long John McDougal the wax end and leather man | A |
| Solon of the main street full of curious lore | B |
| Keen eyed and frugal politician weather man | A |
| Pegging there or stitching by his shop front door | B |
| Keen eyed and frugal Long John McDougal | C |
| Talked as he toiled there or harked to others' woes | D |
| With his tousled old grey head and steel rimmed spectacles | E |
| His old steel spectacles perched on the end of his nose | D |
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| Long John the leather man boots bridles any a thing | F |
| Fashioned out of leather could his wise hands mend | G |
| 'Cease your foolish blether man For I have cobbled many a thing | F |
| Cobbled it and cured it wi' me strong wax end | G |
| Cease your foolish blether man 'Tis Long John the leather man | A |
| Has shod the feet of half the town an' no complaints from those ' | - |
| And his old head would waggle and his steel rimmed spectacles | E |
| His smeared old spectacles perched on the end of his nose | D |
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| Long John the cobbler sets aside his sowing owl | H |
| Sets aside his apron and gives his hands a rub | I |
| And trots off for his nobbler just as he has been going all | J |
| These long years for his whisky at the Railway pub | I |
| Long John the cobbler calling for his nobbler | B |
| One I'll tak' or two I'll tak' but I'm content wi' those ' | - |
| And he gazes e'er so wisely thro' his steel rimmed spectacles | E |
| His bent old spectacles perched on the tip of his nose | D |
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| Long John McDougal sat to have a crack there | B |
| Just within his shop door the day I left the town | K |
| Keen eyed and frugal And if I ever went back there | B |
| I know I'd find him fadeless his wise law laying down | K |
| Kind eyed and frugal Long John McDougal | C |
| Spouting weather prophesies downing fiscal foes | D |
| Peering with his head back thro' grime dimmed spectacles | E |
| His old steel spectacles perched on the tip of his nose | D |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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