An Attempt To Remember The "grandmother's Apology." Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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WITH MANY APOLOGIES TO THE LAUREATEA
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And Willie my eldest born is gone you say little AnneB
Ruddy and white and strong on his legs he looks like a manB
He was only fourscore years quite young when he diedC
I ought to have gone before but must wait for time and tideC
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So Harry's wife has written she was always an awful foolD
And Charlie was always drunk which made our families coolD
For Willie was walking with Jenny when the moon came up the daleE
And whit whit whit in the bush beside me chirrupt the nightingaleE
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Jenny I know had tripped and she knew that I knew of it wellF
She began to slander me I knew but I wouldn't tellF
And she to be slandering me the impertinent base little liarG
But the tongue is a fire as you know my dear the tongue is a fireG
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And the parson made it his text last week and he said likewiseH
That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of liesH
That a downright hearty good falsehood doesn't so very much matterG
But a lie which is half a truth is worse than one that is flatterG
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Then Willie and Jenny turned in the sweet moonshineI
And he said to me through his tears Let your good name be mineI
And what do I care for Jane She was never over wiseH
Never the wife for Willie thank God that I keep my eyesH
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Marry you Willie said I and I thought my heart would breakJ
But a man cannot marry his grandmother so there must be some mistakeJ
But he turned and clasped me in his arms and answered No love noK
Seventy years ago my darling seventy years agoK
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So Willie and I were wedded though clearly against the lawL
And the ringers rang with a will and Willie's gloves were strawL
But the first that ever I bear was dead before it was bornM
For Willie I cannot weep life is flower and thornM
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Pattering over the boards my Annie an Annie like youN
Pattering over the boards and Charlie and Harry tooN
Pattering over the boards of our beautiful little cotO
And I'm not exactly certain whether they died or notO
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And yet I know of a truth there is none of them left aliveP
For Willie went at eighty and Harry at ninety fiveP
And Charlie at threescore years aye or more than that I'll be swornM
And that very remarkable infant that died before it was bornM
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So Willie has gone my beauty the eldest that bears the nameQ
It's a soothing thought In a hundred years it'll be all the sameQ
Here's a leg for a babe of a week says doctor in some surpriseH
But fetch me my glasses Annie I'm thankful I keep my eyesH
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AIR Three Fishers went SailingR
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Three attorneys came sailing down Chancery LaneS
Down Chancery Lane e'er the courts had satT
They thought of the leaders they ought to retainS
But the Junior Bar oh they thought not of thatT
For serjeants get work and Q C 's tooN
And solicitors' sons in law frequently doN
While the Junior Bar is moaningR
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Three juniors sat up in Crown Office RowK
In Crown Office Row e'er the courts had satT
They saw the solicitors passing belowK
And the briefs that were rolled up so tidy and fatT
For serjeants get work etcU
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Three briefs were delivered to Jones Q CV
To Jones Q C e'er the courts had satT
And the juniors weeping and wringing their pawsW
Remarked that their business seemed uncommon flatT
For Serjeants get work and Q C 's tooN
But as for the rest it's a regular doN
And the Junior Bar is moaningR
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Air Give that Wreath to MeV
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Farewell ManchesterG
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Give that brief to meV
Without so much botherG
Never let it beV
Given to anotherG
Why this coy resistanceX
Wherefore keep such distanceX
Why hesitate so long to give that brief to meV
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Should'st thou ever findY
Any counsel willingR
To conduct thy caseZ
For one pound one shillingR
Scorn such vulgar tricks loveA2
One pound three and six loveA2
Is the proper thing then give that brief to meV
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Should thy case turn outB2
Hopeless and delusiveA2
Still I'd rave and shoutB2
Using terms abusiveA2
Truth and sense might perishC2
Still thy cause I'd cherishC2
Hallow'd by thy gold then give that brief to meV
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IVA2
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Should the learned judgeD2
Sit on me like furyV
Still I'd never budgeD2
There's the British JuryV
Should that stay prove rottenE2
Bowen Brett and CottonE2
Would upset them all then give that brief to meV

Horace Smith



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