Lile Doad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFEGHIH AJKJLMNM OPBPQRST PGUGGBPB ABCB| The Lord's bin hard on me Sir | A |
| He's stown my barn away | B |
| O dowly dowly was that neet | C |
| He stole lile Doad away | B |
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| 'Twas Whissuntide we wedded | D |
| Next Easter he was born | E |
| Just as t' last star i' t' April sky | F |
| Had faded into t' morn | E |
| Throstles were singin canty | G |
| For they'd their young i' t' nest | H |
| But birds don't know a mother's love | I |
| That howds her barn to t' breast | H |
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| When wark was ower i' summer | A |
| I nussed him on my knees | J |
| An' Mike browt home at lowsin' time | K |
| Wild rasps an' strawberries | J |
| We used to sit on t' door sill | L |
| I' t' leet o' t' harvist moon | M |
| While our lile Doad would clench his fists | N |
| An' suck his toes an' croon | M |
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| But when t' mell sheaf was gotten | O |
| An' back end days set in | P |
| Wi' frost at neet an' roke by day | B |
| His face gate pinched an' thin | P |
| We niver knew what ailed him | Q |
| He faded like a floor | R |
| He faded same as skies'll fade | S |
| When t' sun dips into t' moor | T |
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| Church bells on Kersmas mornin' | P |
| Rang out so merrily | G |
| But cowd an' dreesome were our hearts | U |
| We knew lile Doad must dee | G |
| He lay so still in his creddle | G |
| An' slowly he dwined away | B |
| While I laid two pennies on his een | P |
| On Holy Innocents' Day | B |
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| The Lord's bin hard on me Sir | A |
| He's stown my barn away | B |
| O dowly dowly was that neet | C |
| He stole lile Doad away | B |
Frederic William Moorman
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