Prof Vere De Blaw Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEF GGHHIIDDJJ KKEELMNNOO EEPPQQRRSS FTCCFFEEUU VVFFEEFFWX PPOOFFYYHH ZZEEOOFFA2A2 B2B2YYA2A2FFC2C2 D2D2FFMME2F2G2G2 H2H2EEYYIII2I2Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote | A |
Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note | A |
Our old friend Casey innovated somewhat round the place | B |
In hopes he would ameliorate the sufferin's uv the race | B |
'Nd uv the many features Casey managed to import | C |
The most important wuz a Steenway gran' pianny fort | C |
An' bein' there wuz nobody could play upon the same | D |
He telegraffed to Denver 'nd a real perfesser came | D |
The last an' crownin' glory uv the Casey restauraw | E |
Wuz that tenderfoot musicianer Perfesser Vere de Blaw | F |
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His hair wuz long an' dishybill an' he had a yaller skin | G |
An' the absence uv a collar made his neck look powerful thin | G |
A sorry man he wuz to see az mebby you'd surmise | H |
But the fire uv inspiration wuz a blazin' in his eyes | H |
His name wuz Blanc wich same is Blaw for that's what Casey said | I |
An' Casey passed the French ez well ez any Frenchie bred | I |
But no one ever reckoned that it really wuz his name | D |
An' no one ever asked him how or why or whence he came | D |
Your ancient history is a thing the Coloradan hates | J |
An' no one asks another what his name wuz in the States | J |
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At evenin' when the work wuz done an' the miners rounded up | K |
At Casey's to indulge in keerds or linger with the cup | K |
Or dally with the tabble dote in all its native glory | E |
Perfessor Vere de Blaw discoursed his music repertory | E |
Upon the Steenway gran' piannyfort the wich wuz sot | L |
In the hallway near the kitchen a warm but quiet spot | M |
An' when De Blaw's environments induced the proper pride | N |
Wich gen'rally wuz whiskey straight with seltzer on the side | N |
He throwed his soulful bein' into opry airs 'nd things | O |
Wich bounded to the ceilin' like he'd mesmerized the strings | O |
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Oh you that live in cities where the gran' piannies grow | E |
An' primy donnies round up it's little that you know | E |
Uv the hungerin' an' the yearnin' wich us miners an' the rest | P |
Feel for the songs we used to hear before we moved out West | P |
Yes memory is a pleasant thing but it weakens mighty quick | Q |
It kind uv dries an' withers like the windin' mountain crick | Q |
That beautiful an' singin' songs goes dancin' to the plains | R |
So long ez it is fed by snows an' watered by the rains | R |
But uv that grace uv lovin' rains 'nd mountain snows bereft | S |
Its bleachin' rocks like dummy ghosts is all its memory left | S |
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The toons wich the perfesser would perform with sech eclaw | F |
Would melt the toughest mountain gentleman I ever saw | T |
Sech touchin' opry music ez the Trovytory sort | C |
The sollum Mizer Reery an' the thrillin' Keely Mort | C |
Or sometimes from Lee Grond Dooshess a trifle he would play | F |
Or morsoze from a' opry boof to drive dull care away | F |
Or feelin' kind uv serious he'd discourse somewhat in C | E |
The wich he called a' opus whatever that may be | E |
But the toons that fetched the likker from the critics in the crowd | U |
Wuz not the high toned ones Perfesser Vere de Blaw allowed | U |
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'T wuz Dearest May an' Bonnie Doon an' the ballard uv Ben Bolt | V |
Ez wuz regarded by all odds ez Vere de Blaw's best holt | V |
Then there wuz Darlin' Nellie Gray an' Settin' on the Stile | F |
An' Seein' Nellie Home an' Nancy Lee 'nd Annie Lisle | F |
An' Silver Threads among the Gold an' The Gal that Winked at Me | E |
An' Gentle Annie Nancy Till an' The Cot beside the Sea | E |
Your opry airs is good enough for them ez likes to pay | F |
Their money for the truck ez can't be got no other way | F |
But opry to a miner is a thin an' holler thing The | W |
music that he pines for is the songs he used to sing | X |
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One evenin' down at Casey's De Blaw wuz at his best | P |
With four fingers uv old Wilier run concealed beneath his vest | P |
The boys wuz settin' all around discussin' folks an' things | O |
'Nd I had drawed the necessary keerds to fill on kings | O |
Three fingered Hoover kind uv leaned acrosst the bar to say | F |
If Casey'd liquidate right off he'd liquidate next day | F |
A sperrit uv contentment wuz a broodin' all around | Y |
Onlike the other sperrits wich in restauraws abound | Y |
When suddenly we heerd from yonder kitchen entry rise | H |
A toon each ornery galoot appeared to recognize | H |
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Perfesser Vere de Blaw for once eschewed his opry ways | Z |
An' the remnants uv his mind went back to earlier happier days | Z |
An' grappled like an' wrassled with a' old familiar air | E |
The wich we all uv us had heern ez you have everywhere | E |
Stock still we stopped some in their talk uv politics an' things | O |
I in my unobtrusive attempt to fill on kings | O |
'Nd Hoover leanin' on the bar an' Casey at the till | F |
We all stopped short an' held our breaths ez a feller sometimes will | F |
An' sot there more like bumps on logs than healthy husky men | A2 |
Ez the memories uv that old old toon come sneakin' back again | A2 |
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You've guessed it No you hav n't for it wuzn't that there song | B2 |
Uv the home we'd been away from an' had hankered for so long | B2 |
No sir it wuzn't Home Sweet Home though it's always heard around | Y |
Sech neighborhoods in wich the home that is sweet home is found | Y |
And ez for me I seemed to see the past come back again | A2 |
And hear the deep drawed sigh my sister Lucy uttered when | A2 |
Her mother asked her if she 'd practised her two hours that day | F |
Wich if she hadn't she must go an' do it right away | F |
The homestead in the States 'nd all its memories seemed to come | C2 |
A floatin' round about me with that magic lumty tum | C2 |
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And then uprose a stranger wich had struck the camp that night | D2 |
His eyes wuz sot an' fireless 'nd his face wuz spookish white | D2 |
'Nd he sez Oh how I suffer there is nobody kin say | F |
Onless like me he's wrenched himself from home an' friends away | F |
To seek surcease from sorrer in a fur seclooded spot | M |
Only to find alars too late the wich surcease is not | M |
Only to find that there air things that somehow seem to live | E2 |
For nothin' in the world but jest the misery they give | F2 |
I've travelled eighteen hundred miles but that toon has got here first | G2 |
I'm done I'm blowed I welcome death an' bid it do its worst | G2 |
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Then like a man whose mind wuz sot on yieldin' to his fate | H2 |
He waltzed up to the counter an' demanded whiskey straight | H2 |
Wich havin' got outside uv both the likker and the door | E |
We never seen that stranger in the bloom uv health no more | E |
But some months later what the birds had left uv him wuz found | Y |
Associated with a tree some distance from the ground | Y |
And Husky Sam the coroner that set upon him said | I |
That two things wuz apparent namely first deceast wuz dead | I |
And second previously had got involved beyond all hope | I2 |
In a knotty complication with a yard or two uv rope | I2 |
Eugene Field
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