Eight Hours Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDECEEEFEGCHCICJC EKLCMBDBNOPOKQRQSEKE TQCU| Sign the petition Write my name | A |
| She said ask me oh she's fooling | B |
| Where do you think a girl like me | C |
| Could find the time for so much schooling | B |
| Why I've been here since I was eight or so | D |
| That's ten years now and it seems like longer | E |
| The hours are from eight till six you see | C |
| It wears one out I once was stronger | E |
| A bad cough oh that's nothing sir | E |
| It comes from the dust and bending over | E |
| It hurts me sometimes no not now | F |
| This why a flower a bit of clover | E |
| I picked it up as I came to work | G |
| It grew in the grass in some one's airy | C |
| Where it stood and nodded all alone | H |
| Like a little green cloaked white capped fairy | C |
| Fond of flowers I like them yes | I |
| Though goodness knows I don't see many | C |
| I'd have to buy them they cost so much | J |
| And I never can spare a single penny | C |
| Go to the park how can I sir | E |
| The only day that I have is Sunday | K |
| And then there's always so much to do | L |
| That before I know it almost it's Monday | C |
| Like it sir like it why when I think | M |
| Of the woods and the brook with the cattle drinking | B |
| I was country bred sir my heart swells so | D |
| That I there there what's the use of thinking | B |
| If I could write sir make a cross | N |
| And let you write my name below it | O |
| No please I'm ashamed I can't sometimes | P |
| I don't want all the girls to know it | O |
| And what's the use of it anyway | K |
| They'll just say shortly with careless faces | Q |
| If you're not suited you'd better leave | R |
| There's plenty of girls to fill our places | Q |
| They're kind enough to their own no doubt | S |
| Our head just worships his own young daughter | E |
| Just my age sir she's gone away | K |
| To spend the Summer across the water | E |
| But us oh well we're only hands | T |
| Do you think to please us they'll bear losses | Q |
| No not a cent's worth ah you'll see | C |
| I'm a working girl sir and I know bosses | U |
George Augustus Baker, Jr.
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