Farmer Downs Changes His Opinion Of Nature Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DBDBEE FGFGHH BIBIJJ KBKBII IBIBLL BBBBII IMIMNN OIOIPP IIIIQQ IRSRTT IBIBUU IPIPUU IRIRVV WMWMII| No said old Farmer Downs to me | A |
| I ain't the facts denyin' | B |
| That all young folks in love must be | A |
| As birds must be a flyin' | B |
| Don't go agin sech facts because | C |
| I'm one as re specks Natur's laws | C |
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| No sir Old Natur knows a thing | D |
| Or two I'm calculatin' | B |
| She don't make cat fish dance and sing | D |
| Or sparrow hawks go skatin' | B |
| She knows her business ev'ry time | E |
| You bet your last an' lonely dime | E |
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| I guess I'm posted pooty fair | F |
| On that old gal's capers | G |
| She allers acts upon the square | F |
| Spite o' skyentific papers | G |
| I borrows one most ev'ry week | H |
| From Jonses down to Pincher's Creek | H |
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| It sorter freshens up a man | B |
| To read the newest notions | I |
| Tho' I don't freeze much tew that thar plan | B |
| About the crops ratotions | I |
| You jest leave Natur do her work | J |
| She'll do it she ain't one tew shirk | J |
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| I'm all fur lettin Natur go | K |
| The way she's sot on choosin' | B |
| Ain't that the figger of a beau | K |
| That's talkin' thar tew Susan | B |
| Down by the orchard snake fence Yes | I |
| All right it's Squire Sims I guess | I |
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| He's jest the one I want tew see | I |
| Come sparkin' guess they're lyin' | B |
| That say that of old age he be | I |
| Most sartinly a dyin' | B |
| He's no sech thing Good sakes alive | L |
| The man is only seventy five | L |
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| An' she's sixteen I'm not the man | B |
| Tew act sort of inhuman | B |
| An' meanly spile old Natur's plan | B |
| To jine a man and woman | B |
| In wedlock's bonds Sirree she makes | I |
| This grand old Natur no mistakes | I |
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| They're standin' pooty clus the leaves | I |
| Is round 'em like a bower | M |
| The Squire's like the yaller sheaves | I |
| An' she's the Corn Flower | M |
| Natur's the binder allus true | N |
| Tew make one heart of them thar two | N |
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| Yas as I was a sayin' friend | O |
| I'm all for Natur's teachins | I |
| She ain't one in the bitter end | O |
| Tew practice over reachins | I |
| You trust her and she'll treat you well | P |
| Don't doubt her by the leastest spell | P |
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| I'm not quite clar but subsoil looks | I |
| Jest kinder not quite pious | I |
| I sorter think them farmin' books | I |
| Will in the long run sky us | I |
| Right in the mud the way they balk | Q |
| Old Natur with thar darn fool talk | Q |
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| When Susie marries Squire Sims | I |
| I'll lease his upland farm | R |
| I'll get it cheap enough from him | S |
| Jest see his long right arm | R |
| About her waist looks orful big | T |
| Why gosh he's bought a new brown wig | T |
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| Wal that's the way old Natur acts | I |
| When bald folks go a sparkin' | B |
| The skyentists can't alter facts | I |
| With all their hard work larkin' | B |
| A sparkin man will look his best | U |
| That's Natur tain't no silly jest | U |
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| Old Natur you and me is twins | I |
| I never will git snarly | P |
| With you old gal Why darn my shins | I |
| That's only Jonses Charlie | P |
| She's cuddlin' right agin his vest | U |
| Eh What Old Natur knows what's best | U |
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| Oh does she Wal p'raps 'tis so | I |
| Jest see the rascal's arm | R |
| About her waist You've got tew go | I |
| Young man right off this farm | R |
| Old Natur knows a pile no doubt | V |
| But you an' her hed best get out | V |
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| You Susie git right hum I'm mad | W |
| Es enny bilin' crater | M |
| In futur sick or well or sad | W |
| I'll take no stock in Natur | M |
| I'm that disgusted with her capers | I |
| I'll run the farm by skyence papers | I |
Isabella Valancy Crawford
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