The Play Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCD EEFFEE GEHH F EEFFE FFIIJJ KKFFLL HMNNOO FFPPEEE QQF EE K RRFF FFFFQQ SSTTFF EEEEEE FFEEUU KKFF F FFVVR F EFWW KKXXFF YY EEE| Wot's in a name she sez An' then she sighs | A |
| An' clasps 'er little 'ands an' rolls 'er eyes | A |
| 'A rose ' she sez 'be any other name | B |
| Would smell the same | B |
| Oh w'erefore art you Romeo young sir | C |
| Chuck yer ole pot an' change yer moniker ' | D |
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| Doreen an' me we bin to see a show | E |
| The swell two dollar touch Bong tong yeh know | E |
| A chair apiece wiv velvit on the seat | F |
| A slap up treat | F |
| The drarmer's writ be Shakespeare years ago | E |
| About a barmy goat called Romeo | E |
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| 'Lady be yonder moon I swear ' sez 'e | G |
| An' then 'e climbs up on the balkiney | E |
| An' there they smooge a treat wiv pretty words | H |
| Like two love birds | H |
| I nudge Doreen She whispers 'Ain't it grand ' | - |
| 'Er eyes is shining an' I squeeze 'er 'and | F |
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| 'Wot's in a name ' she sez 'Struth I dunno | E |
| Billo is just as good as Romeo | E |
| She may be Juli er or Juli et | F |
| 'E loves 'er yet | F |
| If she's the tart 'e wants then she's 'is queen | E |
| Names never count But ar I like 'Doreen ' | - |
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| A sweeter dearer sound I never 'eard | F |
| Ther's music 'angs around that little word | F |
| Doreen But wot was this I starts to say | I |
| About the play | I |
| I'm off me beat But when a bloke's in love | J |
| 'Is thorts turns 'er way like a 'omin' dove | J |
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| This Romeo 'e's lurkin' wiv a crew | K |
| A dead tough crowd o' crooks called Montague | K |
| 'Is cliner's push wot's nicknamed Capulet | F |
| They 'as 'em set | F |
| Fair narks they are jist like them back street clicks | L |
| Ixcep' they fights wiv skewers 'stid o' bricks | L |
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| Wot's in a name Wot's in a string o' words | H |
| They scraps in ole Verona wiv the'r swords | M |
| An' never give a bloke a stray dog's chance | N |
| An' that's Romance | N |
| But when they deals it out wiv bricks an' boots | O |
| In Little Lon they're low degraded broots | O |
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| Wot's jist plain stoush wiv us right 'ere to day | F |
| Is 'valler' if yer fur enough away | F |
| Some time some writer bloke will do the trick | P |
| Wiv Ginger Mick | P |
| Of Spadger's Lane | E |
| 'E'll be a Romeo | E |
| When 'e's bin dead five 'undred years or so | E |
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| Fair Juli et she gives 'er boy the tip | Q |
| Sez she 'Don't sling that crowd o' mine no lip | Q |
| An' if you run agin a Capulet | F |
| Jist do a get ' | - |
| 'E swears 'e's done wiv lash 'e'll chuck it clean | E |
| Same as I done when I first met Doreen | E |
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| They smooge some more at that Ar strike me blue | K |
| It gimme Joes to sit an' watch them two ' | - |
| E'd break away an' start to say good bye | R |
| An' then she'd sigh | R |
| 'Ow Ro me o ' an' git a strangle holt | F |
| An' 'ang around 'im like she feared 'e'd bolt | F |
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| Nex' day 'e words a gorspil cove about | F |
| A secret weddin' an' they plan it out | F |
| 'E spouts a piece about 'ow 'e's bewitched | F |
| Then they git 'itched | F |
| Now 'ere's the place where I fair git the pip | Q |
| She's 'is for keeps an' yet 'e lets 'er slip | Q |
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| Ar but 'e makes me sick A fair gazob | S |
| E's jist the glarsey on the soulful sob | S |
| 'E'll sigh and spruik a' 'owl a love sick vow | T |
| The silly cow | T |
| But when 'e's got 'er spliced an' on the straight | F |
| 'E crools the pitch an' tries to kid it's Fate | F |
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| Aw Fate me foot Instid of slopin' soon | E |
| As 'e was wed off on 'is 'oneymoon | E |
| 'Im an' 'is cobber called Mick Curio | E |
| They 'ave to go | E |
| An' mix it wiv that push o' Capulets | E |
| They look fer trouble an' it's wot they gets | E |
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| A tug named Tyball cousin to the skirt | F |
| Sprags 'em an' makes a start to sling off dirt | F |
| Nex' minnit there's a reel ole ding dong go | E |
| 'Arf round or so | E |
| Mick Curio 'e gets it in the neck | U |
| 'Ar rats ' 'e sez an' passes in 'is check | U |
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| Quite natchril Romeo gits wet as 'ell | K |
| 'It's me or you ' 'e 'owls an' wiv a yell | K |
| Plunks Tyball through the gizzard wiv 'is sword | F |
| 'Ow I ongcored | F |
| 'Put in the boot ' I sez 'Put in the boot ' | - |
| ''Ush ' sez Doreen 'Shame ' sez some silly coot | F |
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| Then Romeo 'e dunno wot to do | F |
| The cops gits busy like they allwiz do | F |
| An' nose around until 'e gits blue funk | V |
| An' does a bunk | V |
| They wants 'is tart to wed some other guy | R |
| 'Ah strike ' she sez 'I wish that I could die ' | - |
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| Now this 'ere gorspil bloke's a fair shrewd 'ead | F |
| Sez 'e 'I'll dope yeh so they'll think yer dead ' | - |
| I tips 'e was a cunnin' sort wot knoo | E |
| A thing or two | F |
| She takes 'is knock out drops up in 'er room | W |
| They think she's snuffed an' plant 'er in 'er tomb | W |
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| Then things gits mixed a treat an' starts to whirl | K |
| 'Ere's Romeo comes back an' finds 'is girl | K |
| Tucked in 'er little coffing cold an' stiff | X |
| An' in a jiff | X |
| 'E swallows lysol throws a fancy fit | F |
| 'Ead over turkey an' 'is soul 'as flit | F |
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| Then Juli et wakes up an' sees 'im there | Y |
| Turns on the water works an' tears 'er 'air | Y |
| 'Dear love ' she sez 'I cannot live alone ' | - |
| An' wiv a moan | E |
| She grabs 'is pockit knife an' ends 'er cares | E |
| 'Peanuts or lollies ' sez a boy upstairs | E |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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