The Dear Folks In Devon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF AABB| Back in the dear old country 'tis Christ mas and to night | A |
| I'm thinking of the mistletoe and holly berries bright | A |
| The smoke above our chimbley pots I'd dearly love to see | B |
| And those dear folks down in Devon how they'll talk and think of me | B |
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| Owd Ben'll bring the letters Christmas morn and if there's one | C |
| As comes across from Canada straight from their absent son | C |
| My Mother's hands'll tremble and my Dad'll likely say | D |
| Don't seem like Christmas time no more with our dear lad away | D |
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| I can see 'em carve the Christmas beef and Brother Jimmy's wife | E |
| Will say her never tasted such no not in all her life | E |
| And Sister Martha's Christmas pies melt in your mouth 'tis true | F |
| But 'twas Mother made the puddin' as mothers always do | F |
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| Ah me If I could just have wings and in the dimsey light | A |
| Go stealing up the cobbled path this lonesome Christmas night | A |
| Lift up the latch with gentle hand My What a shout there'd be | B |
| From those dear folks down in Devon What a welcomin' for me | B |
Fay Inchfawn
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