Wheat Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDBB BBEB FFGGE BB BBAB HIJJDDB BBA KKLLMMBB BBNB KKOOPPBB BBQB RRSSEEB BBTB| 'Sowin' things an' growin' things an' watchin' of 'em grow | A |
| That's the game ' my father said an' father ought to know | A |
| 'Settin' things an' gettin' things to grow for folks to eat | B |
| That's the life ' my father said 'that's very hard to beat ' | C |
| For my father was a farmer as his father was before | D |
| Just sowin' things an' growin' things in far off days of yore | D |
| In the far off land of England till my father found his feet | B |
| In the new land in the true land where he took to growin' wheat | B |
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| Wheat Wheat Wheat Oh the sound of it is sweet | B |
| I've been praisin' it an' raisin' it in rain an' wind an' heat | B |
| Since the time I learned to toddle till it's beatin' in my noddle | E |
| Is the little song I'm singin' you of Wheat Wheat Wheat | B |
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| Plantin' things an' grantin' things is goin' as they should | F |
| An' the weather altogether is behavin' pretty good | F |
| Is a pleasure in a measure for a man that likes the game | G |
| An' my father he would rather raise a crop than make a name | G |
| For my father was a farmer an' 'All fame ' he said 'ain't reel | E |
| An' the same it isn't fillin' when you're wantin' for a meal ' | - |
| So I'm followin' his footsteps an' a keepin' of my feet | B |
| While I cater for the nation with my Wheat Wheat Wheat | B |
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| Wheat Wheat Wheat When the poets all are beat | B |
| By the reason that the season for the verse crop is a cheat | B |
| Then I comes up bright an' grinnin' with the knowledge that I'm winnin' | A |
| With the rhythm of my harvester an' Wheat Wheat Wheat | B |
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| Readin' things an' heedin' things that clever fellers give | H |
| An' ponderin' an' wonderin' why we was meant to live | I |
| Muddlin' through an' fuddlin' through philosophy an' such | J |
| Is a game I never took to an' it doesn't matter much | J |
| For my father was a farmer as I might 'a' said before | D |
| An' the sum of his philosophy was 'Grow a little more | D |
| For growin' things ' my father said 'it makes life sort o' sweet | B |
| An' your conscience never swats you if your game is growin' wheat ' | - |
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| Wheat Wheat Wheat Oh the people have to eat | B |
| An' you're servin' an' deservin' of a velvet cushion seat | B |
| In the cocky farmers' heaven when you come to throw a seven | A |
| An' your password at the portal will be 'Wheat Wheat Wheat ' | - |
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| Now the preacher an' the teacher have a callin' that is high | K |
| While they're spoutin' to the doubtin' of the happy by an' by | K |
| But I'm sayin' that the prayin' it is better for their souls | L |
| When they've plenty wheat inside 'em in the shape of penny rolls | L |
| For my father was a farmer an' he used to sit an' grieve | M |
| When he thought about the apple that old Adam got from Eve | M |
| It was foolin' with an orchard where the serpent got 'em beat | B |
| An' they might 'a' kept the homestead if they'd simply stuck to wheat | B |
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| Wheat Wheat Wheat If you're seekin' to defeat | B |
| Care an' worry in the hurry of the crowded city street | B |
| Leave the hustle all behind you come an' let contentment find you | N |
| In a cosy little cabin lyin' snug among the wheat | B |
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| In the city more's the pity thousands live an' thousands die | K |
| Never carin' never sparin' pains that fruits may multiply | K |
| Breathin' livin' never givin' greedy but to have an' take | O |
| Dyin' with no day behind 'em lived for fellow mortals' sake | O |
| Now my father was a farmer an' he used to sit and laugh | P |
| At the 'fools o' life ' he called 'em livin' on the other half | P |
| Dyin' lonely missin' only that one joy that makes life sweet | B |
| Just the joy of useful labour such as comes of growin' wheat | B |
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| Wheat Wheat Wheat Let the foolish scheme an' cheat | B |
| But I'd rather like my father when viv span o' life's complete | B |
| Feel I'd lived by helpid others earned the right to call 'em brothers | Q |
| Who had gained while I was gainin' from God's earth His gift of wheat | B |
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| When the settin' sun is gettin' low above the western hills | R |
| When the creepin' shadows deepen and a peace the whole land fills | R |
| Then I often sort o' soften with a feelin' like content | S |
| An' I feel like thankin' Heaven for a day in labour spent | S |
| For my father was a farmer an' he used to sit an' smile | E |
| Realizin' he was wealthy in what makes a life worth while | E |
| Smilin' he has told me often 'After all the toil an' heat | B |
| Lad he's paid in more than silver who has grown one field of wheat ' | - |
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| Wheat Wheat Wheat When it comes my turn to meet | B |
| Death the Reaper an' the Keeper of the Judgment Book I greet | B |
| Then I'll face 'em sort o' calmer with the solace of the farmer | T |
| That he's fed a million brothers with his Wheat Wheat Wheat | B |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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