Fisherman Jim's Kids Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDD EFEFGHH EGEGIJJ KLKLFHH MDNDJOO DPDPHQQ GDGDRSSFisherman Jim lived on the hill | A |
With his bonnie wife an' his little boys | B |
'T wuz Blow ye winds as blow ye will | A |
Naught we reck of your cold and noise | B |
For happy and warm were he an' his | C |
And he dandled his kids upon his knee | D |
To the song of the sea | D |
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Fisherman Jim would sail all day | E |
But when come night upon the sands | F |
His little kids ran from their play | E |
Callin' to him an' wavin' their hands | F |
Though the wind was fresh and the sea was high | G |
He'd hear'em you bet above the roar | H |
Of the waves on the shore | H |
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Once Fisherman Jim sailed into the bay | E |
As the sun went down in a cloudy sky | G |
And never a kid saw he at play | E |
And he listened in vain for the welcoming cry | G |
In his little house he learned it all | I |
And he clinched his hands and he bowed his head | J |
The fever they said | J |
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'T wuz a pitiful time for Fisherman Jim | K |
With them darlin's a dyin' afore his eyes | L |
A stretchin' their wee hands out to him | K |
An' a breakin' his heart with the old time cries | L |
He had heerd so often upon the sands | F |
For they thought they wuz helpin' his boat ashore | H |
Till they spoke no more | H |
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But Fisherman Jim lived on and on | M |
Castin' his nets an' sailin' the sea | D |
As a man will live when his heart is gone | N |
Fisherman Jim lived hopelessly | D |
Till once in those years they come an' said | J |
Old Fisherman Jim is powerful sick | O |
Go to him quick | O |
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Then Fisherman Jim says he to me | D |
It's a long long cruise you understand | P |
But over beyont the ragin' sea | D |
I kin see my boys on the shinin' sand | P |
Waitin' to help this ol' hulk ashore | H |
Just as they used to ah mate you know | Q |
In the long ago | Q |
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No sir he wuzn't afeard to die | G |
For all night long he seemed to see | D |
His little boys of the days gone by | G |
An' to hear sweet voices forgot by me | D |
An' just as the mornin' sun come up | R |
They're holdin' me by the hands he cried | S |
An' so he died | S |
Eugene Field
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