The Tale Of Steven Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHHH CICI HJFJ KLHL AIMI FNFN IOCO HIII HPCP'Tis the tale of Simon Steven braceman at the Odd and Even | A |
At The Nations in the gully They were sinking in the rock | B |
Sim was small and wiry rather and a husband and a father | C |
But he's gone and left his family as a consequence of shock | B |
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Shock was Sim's disease we reckoned for it took him in a second | D |
And no doctor born could dognose what the symptoms were I think | E |
But we're missin' Sim completely he could play the whistle sweetly | F |
And was always very sociable and brotherly in drink | E |
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That was how poor Steven drifted into trouble being gifted | G |
He was hungry for an audience and it led him up to Coy's | H |
But his wife made no deductions for the artist and the ructions | H |
What she raised around that public were just fireworks for the boys | H |
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When she caught him on the liquor being stronger like and quicker | C |
She would hammer him in company which I take it wasn't right | I |
Yet he bore it like a martyr while his wife played up the tartar | C |
And she gave her straight opinion of each mother's son in sight | I |
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Sim had marks of her corrections scattered round in all directions | H |
On his features and his figure but he didn't seem to care | J |
For he thought his missus clearly did her duty by him merely | F |
When she pommelled him for boosing with a poker or a chair | J |
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'Twas a Wednesday boss I'm thinking There'd been much promiscuous drinking | K |
Up the gully where some city chaps were christening Spooner's mill | L |
Sim was dayshift at The Nations and he missed the grand orations | H |
But with help from men and brothers he contrived to get his fill | L |
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They'd been shooting holes an' Steven when he left the Odd and Even | A |
Carried with him in his pocket here a plug of dynamite | I |
Sim had put it there to soften which is done by miners often | M |
But it's not the sort of practice that I'd recommend as right | I |
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Well the braceman didn't worry after tea that day nor hurry | F |
To the bosom of his family but took drink for drink with Mack | N |
When they aimed him homewards kindly Steven went the distance blindly | F |
And his feet performed the lockstitch all the way along the track | N |
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Mrs Sim was primed and ready and she met him with a neddy | I |
And she passed no vain remarks but aimed an awful blow at him | O |
Came a sound of roaring thunder Mrs Sim was blown from under | C |
And the universe was ruined and the sun went out for Sim | O |
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After search in all directions we found very few selections | H |
Of the widow's dear departed but we did the best we could | I |
For you see by passion goaded and not knowing Sim was loaded | I |
She'd concussed that plug of dynamite and blown him up for good | I |
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There was room for no reproaches 'bout the hearse and mourning coaches | H |
Though we only buried samples yet we 'lowed for style and tone | P |
Man's size coffin grave and preacher for a broken fellow creature | C |
And we wrote 'In Death Divided' at the bottom of the stone | P |
Edward Dyson
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