Red Robin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABC DDB EEFF GHI JKLL DDMM NNOO DDPQ RRMM SSTT DDDD UUVV WWX YYEE ZZA2A2 B2 DD C2C2D DDD2D2 OOB| Hi it's a funny world This mornin' when I woke | A |
| I saw red robin on the fence an' heard the words he spoke | A |
| Red robin he's a perky chap an' this was his refrain | B |
| 'Dear it's a pity that poor Jenny is so plain ' | C |
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| To talk like that about his wife It had me scandalized | D |
| I'd heard him singin' so before but never recognised | D |
| The meaning of his chatter or that he could be so vain | B |
| 'Dear it's a pity that poor Jenny is so plain ' | - |
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| I don't know how I don't know why but this reminded me | E |
| I was promised to the widow for this Sunday night to tea | E |
| I'd promised her for weeks an' weeks until she pinned me down | F |
| I recollects this is the day an' gets up with a frown | F |
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| I was thinkin' of the widow while I gets me clobber on | G |
| Like a feller will start thinkin' of the times that's past an' gone | H |
| An' while my thoughts is runnin' so that bird chips in again | I |
| 'Dear it's a pity that poor Jenny is so plain ' | - |
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| Now the widow's name is Jenny an' it strikes me sort of queer | J |
| That my thoughts should be upon her when that robin's song I hear | K |
| She ain't so homely neither but she never could compare | L |
| With a certain bonzer vision with the sunlight in her hair | L |
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| When I wander down that evenin' she come smilin' to the gate | D |
| An' her look is calculatin' as she scolds because I'm late | D |
| She takes my hat an' sits me down an' heaves a little sigh | M |
| But I get a queer sensation from that glimmer in her eye | M |
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| She starts to talk about the mill an' then about the strike | N |
| An' then she digs Ben Murray up an' treats him nasty like | N |
| She treats him crool an' cattish as them soft sweet women can | O |
| But I ups an' tells her plainly that I think Ben is a man | O |
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| First round to me But she comes back an' says Ben is a cad | D |
| Who's made a laughin' stock of her an' treated her reel bad | D |
| I twig she's out for sympathy so counters that an' says | P |
| That Ben's a broken hearted man about the mill these days | Q |
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| The second round to me on points an' I was havin' hopes | R |
| I might have known that widows were familiar with the ropes | R |
| 'But he'd never make a husband ' says the widow with a sigh | M |
| An' again I gets a warnin' from that glimmer in her eye | M |
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| I says I ain't no judge of that an' treats it with a laugh | S |
| But she keeps the talk on 'usbands for a minute an' a half | S |
| I can't do much but spar a bit an' keep her out of range | T |
| So the third round is the widow's an' the fight takes on a change | T |
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| I'm longin' for a breather for I've done my nerve a lot | D |
| When suddenly she starts on 'Love ' an' makes the pace reel hot | D |
| In half a jiff she has me on the ropes an' breathin' hard | D |
| With not a fight inside me I can only duck an' guard | D |
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| She uppercuts me with a sigh an' jabs me with a glance | U |
| When a widow is the fighter has a single bloke a chance | U |
| Her short arm blows are amorous most lovin' is her lunge | V |
| Until it's just a touch an' go I don't throw up the sponge | V |
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| I use my head piece here a bit to wriggle from the fix | W |
| For the widow is a winner 'less I fluke a win by tricks | W |
| An' I lets a reel mean notion that I don't seek to excuse | X |
| when I interrupts her rudely with 'But have you heard the news ' | - |
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| Now to a woman that's a lead dead certain of a score | Y |
| An' a question that the keenest is unable to ignore | Y |
| An' good old Curiosity comes in to second me | E |
| As I saw her struggle hopeless an' 'What news is that ' says she | E |
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| An' here I spins a lovely yarn a gloomy hard luck tale | Z |
| Of how I've done my money in an' I'm about to fail | Z |
| How my house an' land is mortgaged how I've muddled my affairs | A2 |
| Through foolin' round with racin' bets and rotten minin' shares | A2 |
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| I saw the fight was easy mine the minute I begun | B2 |
| An' after half a dozen words the time keep counted 'One ' | - |
| An' when I finish that sad tale there ain't the slightest doubt | D |
| I am winner of the contest an' the widow's down an' out | D |
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| But not for long Although she's lost the widow is dead game | C2 |
| 'I'm sorry Mister Jim ' says she 'for both your loss an' shame | C2 |
| All things is changed between us now of course the past is dead | D |
| An' what you were about to say you please will leave unsaid ' | - |
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| I was thinkin' in the evenin' over how I had escaped | D |
| An' how the widow took it all the way she stared an' gaped | D |
| She looked her plainest at that time but that don't matter now | D2 |
| For plain or fair I know of one who's fairer anyhow | D2 |
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| I tells meself that beauty ain't a thing to count with man | O |
| An' I would never choose a wife on that unthinkin' plan | O |
| No robin was awake I swear but still I heard that strain | B |
| 'Dear it's a pity that poor Jenny is so plain ' | - |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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