The Miller By The Shore. An East Coast Chanty Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GHIJJKLML NOJOPJJJ H HJJJQEJE H RSTSUJJJ H SHJHEQVQ H| The miller by the shore am I | A |
| A man o' despert sense | B |
| I've fotty different soorts o' ways | C |
| O' addlin' honest pence | B |
| Good wheat and wuts and barley corns | D |
| My mill grinds all t' day lang | E |
| Frae faave 'o t' morn while seven o' t' neet | F |
| My days are varra thrang | E |
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| Chorus | G |
| I mill a bit I till a bit | H |
| I dee all maks 'o jobs | I |
| Frae followin' ploos and hollowin' coos | J |
| To mendin' chairs and squabs | J |
| Oh folks they laugh and girn at me | K |
| I niver tak it ill | L |
| If I's the Jack 'o ivery trade | M |
| They all bring grist to t' mill | L |
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| I tend my hunderd yakker farm | N |
| An' milk my Kyloe kye | O |
| I've Lincoln yowes an' Leicester tups | J |
| An' twenty head 'o wye | O |
| I've stirks to tak to Scarbro' mart | P |
| I've meers for farmers' gigs | J |
| And oh I wish that you could see | J |
| My laatle sookin' pigs | J |
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| I mill a bit | H |
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| When summer days graws lang an' breet | H |
| Oot cooms my Noah's Arks | J |
| Wheer city folk undriss theirsels | J |
| An' don my bathin' sarks | J |
| An' when they git on land agean | Q |
| I rub' em smooth as silk | E |
| Then bring' em oot to fill their weeams | J |
| My parkin ceakes an' milk | E |
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| I mill a bit | H |
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| I pike stray timmer on the shore | R |
| An' cuvins on the scar | S |
| I know wheer crabs 'll hugger up | T |
| I know wheer t' lobsters are | S |
| I've cobles fishin' oot i' t' bay | U |
| For whitings dabs and cods | J |
| I've herrin' trawls and salmon nets | J |
| I've hooks and lines and rods | J |
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| I mill a bit | H |
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| On darksome neets back end 'o t' yeer | S |
| I like another sport | H |
| I row my boat wheer t' lugger lies | J |
| Coom frae some foreign port | H |
| A guinea in a coastguard's poke | E |
| Will mak him steck his een | Q |
| So he says nowt when I coom yam | V |
| Wi' scent and saccharine | Q |
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| I mill a bit | H |
Frederic William Moorman
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