The Cab Horses' Story Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAACC DADAEE FGFGHH AIAIJJ KLKLMM ANANJJ OPQPRR STU AA HVHVW XYXYVV| Now you wouldn't imagine to look at me | A |
| That I was a racehorse once | B |
| I have done my mile in let me see | A |
| No matter I was no dunce | A |
| But you'd not believe me if I told | C |
| Of gallops I did in days of old | C |
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| I was first in ah well What's the good | D |
| It hurts to recall those days | A |
| When I drew from men as a proud horse should | D |
| Nothing but words of praise | A |
| Oh the waving hats and the cheering crowd | E |
| How could a horse help being proud | E |
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| My owner was just as proud as I | F |
| I was cuddled and petted and praised | G |
| My fame was great and my price was high | F |
| And every year 'twas raised | G |
| Then I strained a sinew in ninety nine | H |
| And that's when started my swift decline | H |
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| I was turned to grass for a year or so | A |
| Then dragged to an auction sale | I |
| And a country sport gave me a go | A |
| But how could I hope but fail | I |
| 'A crock ' said he And I here began | J |
| To learn of the ways of cruel man | J |
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| A year I spent as a lady's hack | K |
| I was growing old and spent | L |
| But she said that the riding hurt her back | K |
| So we parted and I went | L |
| For a while and it nearly broke my heart | M |
| Dragging a greasy butcher's cart | M |
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| Then my stifle went And I proud horse | A |
| Son of the nobly born | N |
| The haughty king of a city course | A |
| Knew even a butcher's scorn | N |
| So down the ladder I quickly ran | J |
| Till I came to be owned by a bottle man | J |
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| And my bed was hard and my food was poor | O |
| And my work was harder still | P |
| Dragging a cart from door to door | Q |
| The slave of Bottle oh Bill | P |
| Till even he for a few mean bob | R |
| Sold me into this hateful job | R |
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| As I dozed and dreamed in the ranks one day | S |
| Thinking of good days past | T |
| I heard a voice that I knew cry 'Hey | U |
| Say cabby is this horse fast ' | - |
| And he looked at me in a way I know | A |
| 'Twas the man I'd loved in the long ago | A |
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| 'Twas my dear old master of ninety nine | H |
| And I waited fair surprised | V |
| But ne'er by a look and ne'er by sign | H |
| Did he show he recognised | V |
| Then I heard his words 'twas my last hard knock | W |
| 'Why don't you pole axe the poor old crock ' | - |
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| And he turned aside to a low bred mare | X |
| That was foaled on some cockie's farm | Y |
| And he drove away What do I care | X |
| I can come to no more harm | Y |
| In a knacker's yard I am worth at least | V |
| Some pence for a hungry lion's feast | V |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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