Casey's Table D'hote Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAABBCCDD EEFFGGHHDD IIJJFFAADD KKL MMNNDD OOIIPPQQDD RRS TTUUDD VVW IIAADD DDDDOOEEDD| Oh them days on Red Hoss Mountain when the skies wuz fair 'nd blue | A |
| When the money flowed like likker 'nd the folks wuz brave 'nd true | A |
| When the nights wuz crisp 'nd balmy 'nd the camp wuz all astir | A |
| With the joints all throwed wide open 'nd no sheriff to demur | A |
| Oh them times on Red Hoss Mountain in the Rockies fur away | B |
| There's no sich place nor times like them as I kin find to day | B |
| What though the camp hez busted I seem to see it still | C |
| A lyin' like it loved it on that big 'nd warty hill | C |
| And I feel a sort of yearnin' 'nd a chokin' in my throat | D |
| When I think of Red Hoss Mountain 'nd of Casey's tabble dote | D |
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| Wal yes it's true I struck it rich but that don't cut a show | E |
| When one is old 'nd feeble 'nd it's nigh his time to go | E |
| The money that he's got in bonds or carries to invest | F |
| Don't figger with a codger who has lived a life out West | F |
| Us old chaps like to set around away from folks 'nd noise | G |
| 'Nd think about the sights we seen and things we done when boys | G |
| The which is why I love to set 'nd think of them old days | H |
| When all us Western fellers got the Colorado craze | H |
| And that is why I love to set around all day 'nd gloat | D |
| On thoughts of Red Hoss Mountain 'nd of Casey's tabble dote | D |
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| This Casey wuz an Irishman you'd know it by his name | I |
| And by the facial features appertainin' to the same | I |
| He'd lived in many places 'nd had done a thousand things | J |
| From the noble art of actin' to the work of dealin' kings | J |
| But somehow hadn't caught on so driftin' with the rest | F |
| He drifted for a fortune to the undeveloped West | F |
| And he come to Red Hoss Mountain when the little camp wuz new | A |
| When the money flowed like likker 'nd the folks wuz brave 'nd true | A |
| And havin' been a stewart on a Mississippi boat | D |
| He opened up a caffy 'nd he run a tabble dote | D |
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| The bar wuz long 'nd rangy with a mirrer on the shelf | K |
| 'Nd a pistol so that Casey when required could help himself | K |
| Down underneath there wuz a row of bottled beer 'nd wine | L |
| 'Nd a kag of Burbun whiskey of the run of ' | - |
| Upon the walls wuz pictures of hosses 'nd of girls | M |
| Not much on dress perhaps but strong on records 'nd on curls | M |
| The which had been identified with Casey in the past | N |
| The hosses 'nd the girls I mean and both wuz mighty fast | N |
| But all these fine attractions wuz of precious little note | D |
| By the side of what wuz offered at Casey's tabble dote | D |
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| There wuz half a dozen tables altogether in the place | O |
| And the tax you had to pay upon your vittles wuz a case | O |
| The boardin' houses in the camp protested 't wuz a shame | I |
| To patronize a robber which this Casey wuz the same | I |
| They said a case was robbery to tax for ary meal | P |
| But Casey tended strictly to his biz 'nd let 'em squeal | P |
| And presently the boardin' houses all began to bust | Q |
| While Casey kept on sawin' wood 'nd layin' in the dust | Q |
| And oncet a tray'lin' editor from Denver City wrote | D |
| A piece back to his paper puffin' Casey's tabble dote | D |
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| A tabble dote is different from orderin' aller cart | R |
| In one case you git all there is in t' other only part | R |
| And Casey's tabble dote began in French as all begin | S |
| And Casey's ended with the same which is to say with 'vin ' | - |
| But in between wuz every kind of reptile bird 'nd beast | T |
| The same like you can git in high toned restauraws down east | T |
| 'Nd windin' up wuz cake or pie with coffee demy tass | U |
| Or sometimes floatin' Ireland in a soothin' kind of sass | U |
| That left a sort of pleasant ticklin' in a feller's throat | D |
| 'Nd made him hanker after more of Casey's tabble dote | D |
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| The very recollection of them puddin's 'nd them pies | V |
| Brings a yearnin' to my buzzum 'nd the water to my eyes | V |
| 'Nd seems like cookin' nowadays ain't what it used to be | W |
| In camp on Red Hoss Mountain in that year of ' | - |
| But maybe it is better 'nd maybe I'm to blame | I |
| I'd like to be a livin' in the mountains jest the same | I |
| I'd like to live that life again when skies wuz fair 'nd blue | A |
| When things wuz run wide open 'nd men wuz brave 'nd true | A |
| When brawny arms the flinty ribs of Red Hoss Mountain smote | D |
| For wherewithal to pay the price of Casey's tabble dote | D |
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| And you O cherished brother a sleepin' 'way out west | D |
| With Red Hoss Mountain huggin' you close to its lovin' breast | D |
| Oh do you dream in your last sleep of how we used to do | D |
| Of how we worked our little claims together me 'nd you | D |
| Why when I saw you last a smile wuz restin' on your face | O |
| Like you wuz glad to sleep forever in that lonely place | O |
| And so you wuz 'nd I 'd be too if I wuz sleepin' so | E |
| But bein' how a brother's love ain't for the world to know | E |
| Whenever I've this heartache 'nd this chokin' in my throat | D |
| I lay it all to thinkin' of Casey's tabble dote | D |
Eugene Field
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