A Romance Of The Saw-dust Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFEAGHGIJKJILDL MNONGPGPGQDQRGRGMSDS TUOUGVWVOOXOYOZOZA2R A2DB2C2B2DD2ID2DE2ZE 2OF2GF2KOOODG2OG2DLH 2LSI2J2I2DK2OK2OL2DL 2| Suthin' to put in a story | A |
| I couldn't think of a thing | B |
| 'N' it's nigh unto thirty year now | C |
| Since fust I went in the ring | B |
| The life excitin' Thunder | D |
| Variety did you say | E |
| You must have cur'us notions | F |
| 'Bout circuses anyway | E |
| The things that look so risky | A |
| Aint nothin' to us but biz | G |
| Accidents falls and sich like | H |
| Sometimes in course there is | G |
| But it's only a slip or a stumble | I |
| Some feller laid out flat | J |
| It don't take more'n a second | K |
| There aint no story in that | J |
| 'N' like as not the tumble | I |
| Don't do no harm at all | L |
| There's one gal here I tell yer | D |
| She got an awful fall | L |
| You know her Ma'am'selle Ida | M |
| She's Jimmy Barnet's wife | N |
| The prettiest little woman | O |
| You ever see in your life | N |
| They was lovers when they was young uns | G |
| No more'n two hands high | P |
| She nussed Jim through a fever once | G |
| When the doctors swore he'd die | P |
| I taught 'em both the motions | G |
| She never know'd no fear | Q |
| And they've done the trapeze together | D |
| For more'n a couple o' year | Q |
| Last Summer we took on a Spaniard | R |
| A mis'rable kind of cuss | G |
| Spry feller but awful tempered | R |
| Always a makin' a fuss | G |
| He wanted to marry Ida | M |
| His chance was pretty slim | S |
| He did his best but bless yer | D |
| She'd never go back on Jim | S |
| He acted up so foolish | T |
| That Jim one day got riled | U |
| 'N' guv him a reg'lar whalin' | O |
| That druv the Spaniard wild | U |
| He talked like he was crazy | G |
| 'N' raved around and swore | V |
| He'd kill 'em both but Jim just laughed | W |
| He'd heer'd such talk before | V |
| One day when we was showin' | O |
| In a little country town | O |
| Jim mashed his hand with a hatchet | X |
| Drivin' a tent stake down | O |
| He couldn't work that night nohow | Y |
| But the trap hed got to be done | O |
| The Spaniard said he'd try it | Z |
| 'N' they had to take him or none | O |
| I knew Jim didn't like it | Z |
| 'N' Ide looked scared and white | A2 |
| Look out for me boys she whispered | R |
| I'm goin' to fall to night | A2 |
| Then she looked up with a shiver | D |
| At the trapeze swingin' there | B2 |
| A couple of bars and a rope or two | C2 |
| Forty feet up in the air | B2 |
| But up she clumb he arter | D |
| Stood up but how Ide shook | D2 |
| Then the Spaniard yelled like a devil | I |
| Now look Jim Barnet look | D2 |
| With that he jumped 'n' gripped her | D |
| She fought but he broke her hold | E2 |
| Grabbed at the rope 'n' missed it | Z |
| Off of the bar they rolled | E2 |
| Clinched 'n' Ide a screamin' | O |
| Thud they struck the ground | F2 |
| I turned all sick and dizzy | G |
| 'N' everything went round | F2 |
| How still it were for a second | K |
| It seemed like an hour 'n' then | O |
| The women was all a screechin' | O |
| 'N' the ring was full of men | O |
| Poor Jim was stoopin' to lift her | D |
| But flopped right down 'n' said | G2 |
| Sez he Her lips is movin' | O |
| She's breathin' She isn't dead | G2 |
| For sure he'd fallen under | D |
| It kinder broke her fall | L |
| Except the scare and a broken arm | H2 |
| She wasn't hurt at all | L |
| The Spaniard Oh it killed him | S |
| It broke his cussed neck | I2 |
| But nobody cried their eyes out | J2 |
| As near as I reckeleck | I2 |
| She married Jim soon arter | D |
| They're doin' the trapeze still | K2 |
| So yer see as I was sayin' | O |
| These falls don't always kill | K2 |
| 'N' as for things excitin' | O |
| To put in a story well | L2 |
| I'd really like to oblige yer | D |
| But then there aint nothin' to tell | L2 |
George Augustus Baker, Jr.
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