Pixley Folks Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCCDD EEFFGGCC HIIJJKK LLMMJJCC| ere comes a troopin' through my mind th' wimmin folk an' men | A |
| I used ter know in Pixley an' I sit with 'em awhile | B |
| A livin' all th' fun we knew before we put on style | B |
| A dancin' all th' dances th' lancers an' q'drilles | C |
| A goin' to th' buskin' bees an' picnics on th' hills | C |
| An' I quite ferget I 'm livin' on a crowded city street | D |
| Where I don't know a quarter of th' people that I meet | D |
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| I settle in my arm chair an' I light my meerschaum pipe | E |
| An' then I 'm back in Pixley with the apples red an' ripe | E |
| I 'm makin' eyes at Agnes which is wrong I must allow | F |
| Coz she was married long ago an' has four babies now | F |
| An' I 'm pokin' fun at Lydy who was in for any joke | G |
| But she has married wealthy still out yonder in th' smoke | G |
| She is still the laughin' lassie free from all the haughty airs | C |
| That wimmin folk think needful when they marry millionaires | C |
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| Then I steal a kiss from Nellie an' I hear her say 'No no ' | - |
| Th' way she did a thousand times but never meant it though | H |
| An' again from church we 're comin' an' th' hour is gettin' late | I |
| An' we stand awhile a gabbin' she a swingin' on th' gate | I |
| A tellin' of her uncles an' her aunts an' how they were | J |
| While all that I was wan tin' was to stay an' talk of her | J |
| An' again I 'm gettin' ready jes' to ask her to be mine | K |
| An' again she ups an' leaves me sayin' 'Ed it's after nine | K |
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| O I tell you what It's funny when I think about it all | L |
| An' I kinder get to broodin' an' th' old days I recall | L |
| When there warn't no automobiles warn't no problem plays an' such | M |
| When th' only fault with young folks was they loved t' play too much | M |
| When there warn't no style about us one warn't richer than another | J |
| When we didn't think of money never snubbed a poorer brother | J |
| An' to see 'em now with riches an' ashamed to even say | C |
| That they ever lived in Pixley Why my soul is there today | C |
Edgar Albert Guest
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