Pilot Cove Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDAA EFEFFEE GEGEEGE HIHIIHE IFHFFHE FEF EFE EHE H E JKJKKJJ LHLHHLJ MJM JMJ JFJFFJJ| 'Young friend ' 'e sez Young friend Well spare me days | A |
| Yeh'd think I wus 'is own white 'eaded boy | B |
| The queer ole finger wiv 'is gentle ways | A |
| 'Young friend ' 'e sez 'I wish't yeh bofe great joy ' | C |
| The langwidge that them parson blokes imploy | D |
| Fair tickles me The way 'e bleats an' brays | A |
| 'Young friend ' 'e sez | A |
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| 'Young friend ' 'e sez Yes my Doreen an' me | E |
| We're gettin' hitched all straight an' on the square | F |
| Fer when I torks about the registry | E |
| O 'oly wars yeh should 'a' seen 'er stare | F |
| 'The registry ' she sez 'I wouldn't dare | F |
| I know a clergyman we'll go an' see | E |
| 'Young friend ' 'e sez | E |
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| 'Young friend ' 'e sez An' then 'e chats me straight | G |
| An' spouts o' death an' 'ell an' mortal sins | E |
| 'You reckernize this step you contemplate | G |
| Is grave ' 'e sez An' I jist stan's an' grins | E |
| Fer when I chips Doreen she kicks me shins | E |
| 'Yes very 'oly is the married state | G |
| Young friend ' 'e sez | E |
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| 'Young friend ' 'e sez An' then 'e mags a lot | H |
| Of jooty an' the spitichuil life | I |
| To which I didn't tumble worth a jot | H |
| 'I'm sure ' 'e sez 'as you will 'ave a wife | I |
| 'Oo'll 'ave a noble infl'ince on yer life | I |
| 'Oo is 'er gardjin ' I sez ''Er ole pot' | H |
| 'Young friend ' 'e sez | E |
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| 'Young friend ' 'e sez 'Oh fix yet thorts on 'igh | I |
| Orl marridges is registered up there | F |
| An' you must cleave unto 'er till yeh die | H |
| An' cherish 'er wiv love an' tender care | F |
| E'en in the days when she's no longer fair | F |
| She's still yet wife ' 'e sez 'Ribuck ' sez I | H |
| 'Young friend ' 'e sez | E |
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| 'Young friend ' 'e sez I sez 'Now listen 'ere | F |
| This isn't one o' them impetchus leaps | E |
| There ain't no tart a 'undreth part so dear | F |
| As 'er She 'as me 'eart and' soul fer keeps ' | - |
| An' then Doreen she turns away an' weeps | E |
| But 'e jist smiles 'Yer deep in love 'tis clear | F |
| Young friend ' 'e sez | E |
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| 'Young friend ' 'e sez an tears wus in 'is eyes | E |
| 'Strive 'ard Fer many many years I've lived | H |
| An' I kin but recall wiv tears an' sighs | E |
| The lives of some I've seen in marridge gived ' | - |
| 'My Gawd ' I sez 'I'll strive as no bloke strivved | H |
| Fer don't I know I've copped a bonzer prize ' | - |
| 'Young friend ' 'e sez | E |
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| 'Young friend ' 'e sez An' in 'is gentle way | J |
| 'E pats the shoulder of my dear Doreen | K |
| 'I've solem'ized grand weddin's in me day | J |
| But 'ere's the sweetest little maid I've seen | K |
| She's fit fer any man to be 'is queen | K |
| An' you're more forchinit than you kin say | J |
| Young friend ' 'e sez | J |
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| 'Young friend ' 'e sez A queer ole pilot bloke | L |
| Wiv silver 'air The gentle way 'e dealt | H |
| Wiv 'er the soft an' kindly way 'e spoke | L |
| To my Doreen 'ud make a starcher melt | H |
| I tell yer square an' all I sorter felt | H |
| A kiddish kind o' feelin' like I'd choke | L |
| 'Young friend ' 'e sez | J |
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| 'Young friend ' 'e sez 'you two on Choosday week | M |
| Is to be joined in very 'oly bonds | J |
| To break them vows I 'opes yeh'll never seek | M |
| Fer I could curse them 'usbands 'oo absconds ' | - |
| 'I'll love 'er till I snuff it ' I responds | J |
| 'Ah that's the way I likes to 'ear yeh speak | M |
| Young friend ' 'e sez | J |
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| 'Young friend ' 'e sez and then me 'and 'e grips | J |
| 'I wish't yeh luck you an' yer lady fair | F |
| Sweet maid ' An' sof'ly wiv 'is finger tips | J |
| 'E takes and' strokes me cliner's shinin' 'air | F |
| An' when I seen 'er standin' blushin' there | F |
| I turns an' kisses 'er fair on the lips | J |
| 'Young friend ' 'e sez | J |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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