Lob Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFG HHIJKKKKLLMMNNOOPP QQRRSSKKTTK UUVVWWSSKKKKXYKKKKKK KKZZA2A2SSQQB2B2C2C2 D2D2 KKD2D2E2E2SSUUF2F2G2 G2KKA2A2H2H2KKI2I2J2 J2A2A2G2G2SSSSZZ SSSSSTTKKG2G2A2A2A2 A2SSSSH2H2J2J2K2K2SS QC2SSSSC2C2At hawthorn time in Wiltshire travelling | A |
In search of something chance would never bring | A |
An old man's face by life and weather cut | B |
And coloured rough brown sweet as any nut | B |
A land face sea blue eyed hung in my mind | C |
When I had left him many a mile behind | C |
All he said was 'Nobody can't stop 'ee It's | D |
A footpath right enough You see those bits | D |
Of mounds that's where they opened up the barrows | E |
Sixty years since while I was scaring sparrows | E |
They thought as there was something to find there | F |
But couldn't find it by digging anywhere ' | G |
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To turn back then and seek him where was the use | H |
There were three Manningfords Abbots Bohun and Bruce | H |
And whether Alton not Manningford it was | I |
My memory could not decide because | J |
There was both Alton Barnes and Alton Priors | K |
All had their churches graveyards farms and byres | K |
Lurking to one side up the paths and lanes | K |
Seldom well seen except by aeroplanes | K |
And when bells rang or pigs squealed or cocks crowed | L |
Then only heard Ages ago the road | L |
Approached The people stood and looked and turned | M |
Nor asked it to come nearer nor yet learned | M |
To move out there and dwell in all men's dust | N |
And yet withal they shot the weathercock just | N |
Because 'twas he crowed out of tune they said | O |
So now the copper weathercock is dead | O |
If they had reaped their dandelions and sold | P |
Them fairly they could have afforded gold | P |
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Many years passed and I went back again | Q |
Among those villages and looked for men | Q |
Who might have known my ancient He himself | R |
Had long been dead or laid upon the shelf | R |
I thought One man I asked about him roared | S |
At my description ' 'Tis old Bottlesford | S |
He means Bill ' But another said 'Of course | K |
It was Jack Button up at the White Horse | K |
He's dead sir these three years ' This lasted till | T |
A girl proposed Walker of Walker's Hill | T |
'Old Adam Walker Adam's Point you'll see | K |
Marked on the maps ' | - |
'That was her roguery ' | - |
The next man said He was a squire's son | U |
Who loved wild bird and beast and dog and gun | U |
For killing them He had loved them from his birth | V |
One with another as he loved the earth | V |
'The man may be like Button or Walker or | W |
Like Bottlesford that you want but far more | W |
He sounds like one I saw when I was a child | S |
I could almost swear to him The man was wild | S |
And wandered His home was where he was free | K |
Everybody has met one such man as he | K |
Does he keep clear old paths that no one uses | K |
But once a lifetime when he loves or muses | K |
He is English as this gate these flowers this mire | X |
And when at eight years old Lob lie by the fire | Y |
Came in my books this was the man I saw | K |
He has been in England as long as dove and daw | K |
Calling the wild cherry tree the merry tree | K |
The rose campion Bridget in her bravery | K |
And in a tender mood he as I guess | K |
Christened one flower Love in idleness | K |
And while he walked from Exeter to Leeds | K |
One April called all cuckoo flowers Milkmaids | K |
From him old herbal Gerard learnt as a boy | Z |
To name wild clematis the Traveller's joy | Z |
Our blackbirds sang no English till his ear | A2 |
Told him they called his Jan Toy 'Pretty dear' | A2 |
She was Jan Toy the Lucky who having lost | S |
A shilling and found a penny loaf rejoiced | S |
For reasons of his own to him the wren | Q |
Is Jenny Pooter Before all other men | Q |
'Twas he first called the Hog's Back the Hog's Back | B2 |
That Mother Dunch's Buttocks should not lack | B2 |
Their name was his care He too could explain | C2 |
Totteridge and Totterdown and Juggler's Lane | C2 |
He knows if anyone Why Tumbling Bay | D2 |
Inland in Kent is called so he might say | D2 |
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'But little he says compared with what he does | K |
If ever a sage troubles him he will buzz | K |
Like a beehive to conclude the tedious fray | D2 |
And the sage who knows all languages runs away | D2 |
Yet Lob has thirteen hundred names for a fool | E2 |
And though he never could spare time for school | E2 |
To unteach what the fox so well expressed | S |
On biting the cock's head off Quietness is best | S |
He can talk quite as well as anyone | U |
After his thinking is forgot and done | U |
He first of all told someone else's wife | F2 |
For a farthing she'd skin a flint and spoil a knife | F2 |
Worth sixpence skinning it She heard him speak | G2 |
'She had a face as long as a wet week' | G2 |
Said he telling the tale in after years | K |
With blue smock and with gold rings in his ears | K |
Sometimes he is a pedlar not too poor | A2 |
To keep his wit This is tall Tom that bore | A2 |
The logs in and with Shakespeare in the hall | H2 |
Once talked when icicles hung by the wall | H2 |
As Herne the Hunter he has known hard times | K |
On sleepless nights he made up weather rhymes | K |
Which others spoilt And Hob being then his name | I2 |
He kept the hog that thought the butcher came | I2 |
To bring his breakfast 'You thought wrong' said Hob | J2 |
When there were kings in Kent this very Lob | J2 |
Whose sheep grew fat and he himself grew merry | A2 |
Wedded the king's daughter of Canterbury | A2 |
For he alone unlike squire lord and king | G2 |
Watched a night by her without slumbering | G2 |
He kept both waking When he was but a lad | S |
He won a rich man's heiress deaf dumb and sad | S |
By rousing her to laugh at him He carried | S |
His donkey on his back So they were married | S |
And while he was a little cobbler's boy | Z |
He tricked the giant coming to destroy | Z |
Shrewsbury by flood 'And how far is it yet ' | - |
The giant asked in passing 'I forget | S |
But see these shoes I've worn out on the road | S |
and we're not there yet ' He emptied out his load | S |
Of shoes for mending The giant let fall from his spade | S |
The earth for damming Severn and thus made | S |
The Wrekin hill and little Ercall hill | T |
Rose where the giant scraped his boots While still | T |
So young our Jack was chief of Gotham's sages | K |
But long before he could have been wise ages | K |
Earlier than this while he grew thick and strong | G2 |
And ate his bacon or at times sang a song | G2 |
And merely smelt it as Jack the giant killer | A2 |
He made a name He too ground up the miller | A2 |
The Yorkshireman who ground men's bones for flour | A2 |
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Do you believe Jack dead before his hour | A2 |
Or that his name is Walker or Bottlesford | S |
Or Button a mere clown or squire or lord | S |
The man you saw Lob lie by the fire Jack Cade | S |
Jack Smith Jack Moon poor Jack of every trade | S |
Young Jack or old Jack or Jack What d'ye call | H2 |
Jack in the hedge or Robin run by the wall | H2 |
Robin Hood Ragged Robin lazy Bob | J2 |
One of the lords of No Man's Land good Lob | J2 |
Although he was seen dying at Waterloo | K2 |
Hastings Agincourt and Sedgemoor too | K2 |
Lives yet He never will admit he is dead | S |
Till millers cease to grind men's bones for bread | S |
Not till our weathercock crows once again | Q |
And I remove my house out of the lane | C2 |
On to the road ' With this he disappeared | S |
In hazel and thorn tangled with old man's beard | S |
But one glimpse of his back as there he stood | S |
Choosing his way proved him of old Jack's blood | S |
Young Jack perhaps and now a Wiltshireman | C2 |
As he has oft been since his days began | C2 |
Edward Thomas
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