The Dance Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCD EFEEGG HIHIJJ GKGKL GE E JGJGHH MGMGNN GGGGJJ OGOGPP OQOQG GGGGEQ EEEEGG GGGGG QRQRG ESESTQ UEUEVV GEGEWW| 'Heirlums ' 'e sez 'I've 'ad the trousiz pressed | A |
| Me father married in 'em that 'e did | B |
| See this 'ere fancy vest | A |
| See this 'ere lid | B |
| Me gran'dad brought that frum 'is native land | C |
| In forty two an' then 'twas second 'and ' | D |
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| Clobber Oh 'el Pants uv wild shepherd's plaid | E |
| A coat that might 'ave knocked the cliners flat | F |
| When father was a lad | E |
| A tall pot 'at | E |
| That caught the mange back in the diggin's days | G |
| A fancy vest that called fer loud 'oorays | G |
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| But loud 'oorays don't 'arf ixpress my rage | H |
| When Danny comes upholstered fer the jig | I |
| I've seen it on the stage | H |
| Rat comic rig | I |
| But never at a country dance before | J |
| 'Ave I seen sich crook duds as Danny wore | J |
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| 'You want to crool my scheme ' I sez 'with rags | G |
| Like that This ain't no fancy dress affair | K |
| Wot sort uv tile an' bags | G |
| Is them to wear | K |
| But 'e don't tumble e's as pleased as pie | L |
| 'By gum ' 'e sez 'this ort to catch 'er eye ' | - |
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| 'You posin' fer a comic film or wot ' | - |
| I arsts 'im ' with noorotic togs like those | G |
| Jazz clobber Ain't you got | E |
| No decent clo'es ' | - |
| But 'e's too tickled with 'imself to 'eed | E |
| 'This orter catch 'er eye ' 'e sez 'this tweed ' | - |
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| It caught 'er eye all right an' many more | J |
| They starts to come before the daylight fades | G |
| An' fer a hour before | J |
| The crowd parades | G |
| Ole Danny 'eld the centre uv the stage | H |
| While I stood orf an' chewed me silent rage | H |
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| That's 'ow it alwiz is I try to show | M |
| 'Ow I can use me bean in deep laid lurks | G |
| An' then some fool must go | M |
| An' bust the works | G |
| 'Ere I 'ave planned a coop in slap up style | N |
| An' Danny spikes me guns with gran'pa's tile | N |
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| Rose never seemed so free frum ugly dreams | G |
| Not since she came as that night at the dance | G |
| But my matchmakin' schemes | G |
| Makes no advance | G |
| Fer every time I gits a chance to score | J |
| Doreen butts in an' crools me pitch once more | J |
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| Reel thortless women is She ort to seen | O |
| I 'ad intents in spite uv Danny's clo'es | G |
| An' that 'e was reel keen | O |
| Concernin' Rose | G |
| Not 'er She larfs an' chatters with the push | P |
| As if rich 'usbands grew on every bush | P |
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| Once f'rinstance I gits busy when I seen | O |
| Rose sittin' out an' brings Dan on the run | Q |
| 'Why mercy ' sez Doreen | O |
| ''Ere's Mister Dunn | Q |
| Perlite enough to arst me fer a dance | G |
| 'E knows us marrid ones don't git much chance ' | - |
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| An' there she grabs 'im fair out uv me 'ands | G |
| An' lets young Wally Free git off with Rose | G |
| While like a fool I stands | G |
| Kickin' me toes | G |
| An' cursin' all the fool things women do | E |
| I'd think 'twas done apurpis less I knoo | Q |
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| That's 'ow it was all night I schemed a treat | E |
| Workin' shrood points an' sweatin' blood almost | E |
| But every time I'm beat | E |
| Right on the post | E |
| All me matchrnakin's bust the task uv days | G |
| Through Danny's duds an' my wife's tackless ways | G |
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| Nice chaperong she is While Free an' Rose | G |
| Dance 'arf the night Doreen jist sits an' beams | G |
| When I seen that up goes | G |
| My 'opes an' schemes | G |
| But all that Danny sez is 'Stone the crows | G |
| Yeh'd think I'd took 'er eye with them good clo'es ' | - |
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| When we git 'ome that night I shows me spleen | Q |
| By 'intin' Rose will be left on the shelf | R |
| An' then I see Doreen | Q |
| Smile to 'erself | R |
| 'I would n't be su'prised ' she sez 'to see | G |
| Rose marrid some fine day to Wally Free ' | - |
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| To Wally Free Yeh could 'ave knocked me flat | E |
| With 'arf a brick I seen it in a flash | S |
| A grinnin' coot like that | E |
| Without no cash | S |
| Besides a man 'oo'd keep a thievin' cow | T |
| Like 'is won't make no 'usband any'ow | Q |
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| I'm sick uv everything It ain't no joke | U |
| I've tried to do good works an' now I've found | E |
| When you git 'elpin' folk | U |
| They jist turn round | E |
| An' bite the 'and that feeds 'em so to speak | V |
| An' yet they sez the strong should 'elp the weak | V |
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| Wot rot I wisht I 'ad some reel ixcuse | G |
| To push some face in jist to ease me mind | E |
| Spike Wegg 'e 'ad 'is use | G |
| 'Im an' 'is kind | E |
| If I could give me ole left 'ook one swing | W |
| I might feel kinder like to everything | W |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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