The Tin-pot Mill Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBADAD EEDD AFAFAGAG HIJIKLKM NOKONPNP QAQARSRS QTQTQUQU EEDD

Quite a proud and happy man is Finn the PackerA
Since he built his crazy mill upon the riseB
And he stands there in the gully chewing 'backer 'C
With a sleepy sort of comfort in his eyesB
Gazin' up to where the antiquated jiggerA
Is a wheezing and a hopping on the hillD
For up here my lord the Gov'nor isn't biggerA
Than the owner of the Federation MillD
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She goes biff puff bang bump cutter clatter smashE
And she rattles on for half a shift and lets up with a crashE
And then silence reigns a little while and all the land is stillD
While they're tinkering awkward patches on the tin pot millD
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It's a five head plant and mostly built of lumberA
'Twas erected by a man that didn't knowF
And we've never had a decent spell of slumberA
Since that battery of Finn's was got to goF
For she raises just the most infernal clatterA
And we guessed the Day of Judgment had come downG
When the tin pot mill began to bang and batterA
Like an earthquake in a boiler metal townG
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All the heads are different sizes and the horsesH
Are so crazy that the whole caboodle rocksI
And each time a stamper thunders down it forcesJ
Little spirtings through the crannies in the boxI
Then the feed pipe's mostly plugged and aggravatingK
And the pump it suffers badly from a coughL
Every hour or so they burst a blooming gratingK
And the shoes are nearly always coming offM
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Mickey drives her with a portable a ruinN
That they used for donkeying cargo in the ArkO
When she's got a little way on and is doingK
You should hear that spavined coffee grinder barkO
She is loose in all her joints and through corrosionN
Half her plates are not a sixteenth in the thickP
We're expecting a sensational explosionN
And a subsequent excursion after MickP
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From the feed which chokes to quite the smallest rippleQ
From the bed logs to the guides she's mighty queerA
And she joggles like an agitated crippleQ
With St Vitus dance intensified by beerA
She stops short and starts with most unearthly rumblesR
And distracted by the silence and the dinS
Through the sleepless night the weary miner grumblesR
And heaps curses on the family of FinnS
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But the owner's much too cute a man to wrangleQ
He is crushing for the public understandT
And each ton of stuff that's hammered through the mangleQ
Adds its tribute to the value of his landT
For she leaks the raw amalgam and he's ableQ
To see daylight 'twixt the ripples an' the platesU
And below the box and 'neath the shaking tableQ
There are nest eggs 'cumulating while he waitsU
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She goes biff puff bang bump clitter clatter smashE
And she rattles on for half a shift and lets with a crashE
Then silence reigns a little while and the land is stillD
While they're tinkering awkward patches on the tin pot millD

Edward Dyson



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