Juggling Jerry Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EAEAAFAF GAGAGHGH IJIKLMLM GGGGENEN OGOGOPOP GQGQGAGA GEGEGRGR AGAGGAGA CACAESTS UAUAGVGV GRGRUWUW CUCUUXUX| Pitch here the tent while the old horse grazes | A |
| By the old hedge side we'll halt a stage | B |
| It's nigh my last above the daisies | A |
| My next leaf'll be man's blank page | B |
| Yes my old girl and it's no use crying | C |
| Juggler constable king must bow | D |
| One that outjuggles all's been spying | C |
| Long to have me and he has me now | D |
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| We've travelled times to this old common | E |
| Often we've hung our pots in the gorse | A |
| We've had a stirring life old woman | E |
| You and I and the old grey horse | A |
| Races and fairs and royal occasions | A |
| Found us coming to their call | F |
| Now they'll miss us at our stations | A |
| There's a Juggler outjuggles all | F |
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| Up goes the lark as if all were jolly | G |
| Over the duck pond the willow shakes | A |
| Easy to think that grieving's folly | G |
| When the hand's firm as driven stakes | A |
| Ay when we're strong and braced and manful | G |
| Life's a sweet fiddle but we're a batch | H |
| Born to become the Great Juggler's han'ful | G |
| Balls he shies up and is safe to catch | H |
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| Here's where the lads of the village cricket | I |
| I was a lad not wide from here | J |
| Couldn't I whip off the bale from the wicket | I |
| Like an old world those days appear | K |
| Donkey sheep geese and thatch'd ale house I know them | L |
| They are old friends of my halts and seem | M |
| Somehow as if kind thanks I owe them | L |
| Juggling don't hinder the heart's esteem | M |
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| Juggling's no sin for we must have victual | G |
| Nature allows us to bait for the fool | G |
| Holding one's own makes us juggle no little | G |
| But to increase it hard juggling's the rule | G |
| You that are sneering at my profession | E |
| Haven't you juggled a vast amount | N |
| There's the Prime Minister in one Session | E |
| Juggles more games than my sins'll count | N |
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| I've murdered insects with mock thunder | O |
| Conscience for that in men don't quail | G |
| I've made bread from the bump of wonder | O |
| That's my business and there's my tale | G |
| Fashion and rank all praised the professor | O |
| Ay and I've had my smile from the Queen | P |
| Bravo Jerry she meant God bless her | O |
| Ain't this a sermon on that scene | P |
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| I've studied men from my topsy turvy | G |
| Close and I reckon rather true | Q |
| Some are fine fellows some right scurvy | G |
| Most a dash between the two | Q |
| But it's a woman old girl that makes me | G |
| Think more kindly of the race | A |
| And it's a woman old girl that shakes me | G |
| When the Great Juggler I must face | A |
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| We two were married due and legal | G |
| Honest we've lived since we've been one | E |
| Lord I could then jump like an eagle | G |
| You danced bright as a bit o' the sun | E |
| Birds in a May bush we were right merry | G |
| All night we kiss'd we juggled all day | R |
| Joy was the heart of Juggling Jerry | G |
| Now from his old girl he's juggled away | R |
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| It's past parsons to console us | A |
| No nor no doctor fetch for me | G |
| I can die without my bolus | A |
| Two of a trade lass never agree | G |
| Parson and Doctor don't they love rarely | G |
| Fighting the devil in other men's fields | A |
| Stand up yourself and match him fairly | G |
| Then see how the rascal yields | A |
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| I lass have lived no gipsy flaunting | C |
| Finery while his poor helpmate grubs | A |
| Coin I've stored and you won't be wanting | C |
| You shan't beg from the troughs and tubs | A |
| Nobly you've stuck to me though in his kitchen | E |
| Many a Marquis would hail you Cook | S |
| Palaces you could have ruled and grown rich in | T |
| But your old Jerry you never forsook | S |
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| Hand up the chirper ripe ale winks in it | U |
| Let's have comfort and be at peace | A |
| Once a stout draught made me light as a linnet | U |
| Cheer up the Lord must have his lease | A |
| May be for none see in that black hollow | G |
| It's just a place where we're held in pawn | V |
| And when the Great Juggler makes as to swallow | G |
| It's just the sword trick I ain't quite gone | V |
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| Yonder came smells of the gorse so nutty | G |
| Gold like and warm it's the prime of May | R |
| Better than mortar brick and putty | G |
| Is God's house on a blowing day | R |
| Lean me more up the mound now I feel it | U |
| All the old heath smells Ain't it strange | W |
| There's the world laughing as if to conceal it | U |
| But He's by us juggling the change | W |
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| I mind it well by the sea beach lying | C |
| Once it's long gone when two gulls we beheld | U |
| Which as the moon got up were flying | C |
| Down a big wave that sparked and swell'd | U |
| Crack went a gun one fell the second | U |
| Wheeled round him twice and was off for new luck | X |
| There in the dark her white wing beckon'd | U |
| Drop me a kiss I'm the bird dead struck | X |
George Meredith
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