The Wooer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD BBEEFF G B HHIIJJ KKLLBBMM NNOOP Q MMRRJJST MMUV W XYYZA2B2 B C2C2R JJ FFB2B2MMLL KKD2D2E2E2F2F2 MMG2G2H2H2I2 WWJ2J2K2K2DD L2L2KKM2M2BB N2N2O2 P2 Q2Q2 R2R2F2F2S2S2PP| I nearly fell fair in my tracks | A |
| I'm trudgin' homeward with my axe | A |
| When I come on her suddenly | B |
| 'I wonder if I'm lost ' says she | B |
| 'It's risky on such roads as this ' | C |
| I lifts my hat an' says 'Yes miss ' | C |
| I knew 'twas rude for me to stare | D |
| But oh that sunlight in her hair | D |
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| 'I wonder if I'm lost says she | B |
| An' gives a smile that staggers me | B |
| 'An' yet it wouldn't matter much | E |
| Supposing that I was with such | E |
| A glorious green world about | F |
| With bits of blue sky peepin' out | F |
| Do you think there will be a fog ' | - |
| 'No miss ' says I an' pats my dog | G |
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| 'Oh what a dear old dog ' says she | B |
| 'Most dogs are pretty fond of me ' | - |
| She calls him to her an' he goes | H |
| He didn't find it hard I s'pose | H |
| I know I wouldn't if she called | I |
| 'It's wondrous how the tracks are walled | I |
| With these great trees that touch the sky | J |
| On either side ' 'Yes miss ' says I | J |
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| She fondles my old dog a bit | K |
| I wait to make a bolt for it | K |
| There ain't no call to stand an' talk | L |
| With one who'd be too proud to walk | L |
| A half a yard with such as me | B |
| 'The wind keeps workin' up ' says she | B |
| 'Yes miss ' says I an' lifts me hat | M |
| An' she just let's it go at that | M |
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| She let me reach the dribblin' ford | N |
| That day to me it fairly roared | N |
| At least that's how the thing appears | O |
| But blood was poundin' in my ears | O |
| She waits till I ahve fairly crossed | P |
| 'I thought I told I was lost ' | - |
| She cries 'An' you go walkin' off | Q |
| Quite scornful like some proud bush toff ' | - |
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| She got me thinkin' hard with that | M |
| 'Yes miss ' I says an' lifts my hat | M |
| But she just waits there on the track | R |
| An' lets me walk the whole way back | R |
| 'An' are you reely lost ' says I | J |
| 'Yes sir ' says she an' drops her eye | J |
| I wait an' wait for what seems days | S |
| But not another word she says | T |
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| I pats my dog an' lifts my hat | M |
| But she don't seem to notice that | M |
| I looks up trees an' stares at logs | U |
| An' long for twenty hats an' dogs | V |
| 'The weather's kept reel good to day ' | - |
| I blurts at last Say she 'Hurray ' | - |
| 'Hurray ' she says an' then 'Encore ' | - |
| An' gets me wonderin' what for | W |
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| 'Is this the right road to 'The Height '' | - |
| I tell her it's the road all right | X |
| But that the way she's walkin' ain't | Y |
| At that she looked like she would faint | Y |
| 'Then I was lost if I had gone | Z |
| Along this road an' walked right on | A2 |
| An unfrequented bush track too | B2 |
| How fortunate that I met you ' | - |
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| 'Yes miss ' I says 'Yes what ' says she | B |
| Says I 'Most fortunate for me ' | - |
| I don't know where I found the pluck | C2 |
| To blurt that out an' chance my luck | C2 |
| 'You'll walk ' she says 'a short way back | R |
| So you can put me on the track ' | - |
| 'I'll take you all the way ' says I | J |
| An' looks her fair bang in the eye | J |
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| Later I let myself right out | F |
| An' talked an' told her all about | F |
| The things I've done an' what I do | B2 |
| An' nearly all I'm hopin' to | B2 |
| Told why I chose the game I'm at | M |
| Because my folks were poor an' that | M |
| She seemed reel pleased to hear me talk | L |
| An' sort of steadied up the walk | L |
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| An' when I'd spoke my little bit | K |
| She just takes up the thread of it | K |
| An' later on near knocks me down | D2 |
| By tellin' me she works in town | D2 |
| Works her I thought the way she dressed | E2 |
| She was quite rich but she confessed | E2 |
| That makin' dresses was her game | F2 |
| An' she was dead sick of the same | F2 |
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| When Good bye came I lifts my hat | M |
| But she holds out her hand at that | M |
| I looked at mine all stained with sap | G2 |
| An' told her I'm a reel rough chap | G2 |
| 'A worker's hand ' says she reel fine | H2 |
| 'An' marked with toil but so is mine | H2 |
| We're just two toilers let us shake | I2 |
| An' be good friends for labour's sake ' | - |
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| I didn't care to say no more | W |
| For fear of what she'd take me for | W |
| But just Good bye an' turns away | J2 |
| Bustin' with things I had to say | J2 |
| I don't know how I got right home | K2 |
| The wonder was I didn't roam | K2 |
| Off in the scrub an' dream out there | D |
| Of her with sunlight in her hair | D |
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| At home I looks around the place | L2 |
| An' sees the dirt a fair disgrace | L2 |
| So takes an' tidies up a bit | K |
| An' has a shave an' then I sit | K |
| Beside my fire to have a think | M2 |
| But my old dog won't sleep a wink | M2 |
| He fools an' whines an' nudges me | B |
| Then all at once I thinks of tea | B |
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| I beg his pardon wiht a smile | N2 |
| An' talkin' to him all the while | N2 |
| I get it ready tellin' him | O2 |
| About that girl but 'Shut up Jim ' | - |
| he says to me as plain as plain | P2 |
| 'First have some food an' then explain ' | - |
| I don't know how she came to tell | Q2 |
| But I found out her name is Nell | Q2 |
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| We gets our bit to eat at last | R2 |
| An' just for spite he et his fast | R2 |
| I think that Nell's a reel nice name | F2 |
| 'All right old dog I ain't to blame | F2 |
| If you' Just as I go to sup | S2 |
| My tea I stop dead with my cup | S2 |
| Half up an' By the Holy Frost | P |
| I wonder was Nell reely lost | P |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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