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Isabella Valancy Crawford

Old Spense Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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You've seen his place I reckon friend	A
'Twas rather kind ov tryin'	B
The way he made the dollars fly	C
Such gimcrack things a buyin'	B
He spent a big share ov a fortin'	B
On pesky things that went a snortin'	B
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And hollerin' over all the fields	D
And ploughin' ev'ry furrow	E
We sort ov felt discouraged for	F
Spense wusn't one to borrow	E
An' wus the old chap wouldn't lend	A
A cent's wuth to his dearest friend	A
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Good land the neighbours seed to wunst	A
Them snortin' screamin' notions	G
Wus jest enough tew drown the yearth	H
In wrath like roarin' oceans	G
An' guess'd the Lord would give old Spense	G
Blue fits for fightin' Pruvidence	G
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Spense wus thet harden'd when the yearth	H
Wus like a bak'd pertater	E
Instead ov prayin' hard fur rain	B
He fetched an irrigator	E
The wicked flourish like green bays	G
Sed folks for comfort in them days	G
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I will allow his place was grand	A
With not a stump upon it	A
The loam wus jest as rich an' black	I
Es school ma'am's velvet bunnit	A
But tho' he flourish'd folks all know'd	A
What spiritooal ear marks he show'd	A
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Spense had a notion in his mind	A
Ef some poor human grapples	G
With pesky worms thet eat his vines	G
An' spile his summer apples	G
It don't seem enny kind ov sense	G
Tew call that cheekin' Pruvidence	G
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An' ef a chap on Sabbath sees	G
A thunder cloud a strayin'	B
Above his fresh cut clover an'	B
Gets down tew steddy prayin'	B
An' tries tew shew the Lord's mistake	J
Instead ov tacklin' tew his rake	J
	-
He ain't got enny kind ov show	E
Tew talk ov chast'ning trials	G
When thet thar thunder cloud lets down	B
It's sixty billion vials	G
No when it looks tew rain on hay	K
First take yer rake an' then yer pray	K
	-
Old Spense was one 'ov them thar chaps	G
Thet in this life of tussle	L
An' rough an' tumble sort ov set	A
A mighty store on muscle	L
B'liev'd in hustlin' in the crop	M
An' prayin' on the last load top	M
	-
An' yet he hed his p'ints his heart	A
Wus builded sort ov spacious	G
An' solid ev'ry beam an' plank	N
An' Stranger now veracious	G
A wore out hoss he never shot	A
But turn'd him in the clover lot	A
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I've seed up tew the meetin' house	G
The winkin' an' the nudgin'	B
When preacher sed No doubt that Dives	G
Been drefful mean an' grudgin'	B
Tew church work seal'd his awful fate	A
Whar thar ain't no foolin' with the gate	A
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I mind the preacher met old Spense	G
Beneath the maples laggin'	B
The day was hot an' he'd a pile	O
Ov 'cetrees in his waggin'	B
A sack of flour a hansum hog	P
Sum butter and his terrier dog	Q
	-
Preacher he halted up his hoss	G
Ask'd for Miss Spense an' Deely	R
Tew limber up his tongue a mite	A
And sez right slick an' mealy	R
Brother I really want tew know	B
Hev you got religion Samson whoa	B
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Old Spense he bit a noble chaw	S
An' sort ov meditated	A
Samson he nibbl'd at the grass	G
An' preacher smil'd and waited	A
Ye'd see it writ upon his face	G
I've got Spense in a tightsome place	G
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The old man curl'd his whip lash round	A
An alto vic'd muskitter	K
Preacher sort ov triumphant strok'd	A
His ornary old critter	K
Spense p'ints tew flour an' hog an' jar	K
Sez he I've got religion thar	K
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Them's goin' down tew Spinkses place	G
Whar old man Spinks is stayin'	B
The bank he dealt at bust last month	H
An' folks is mostly sayin'	B
Him bein' ag'd an' poor an' sick	T
They'll put him in the poor house slick	T
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But no they don't Not while I own	B
The name ov Jedediah	A
Yer movin' How's yer gran'ma Green	B
An' yer cousin Ann Maria	K
Boss air they Yas sirree I dar	K
Tew say I've got religion thar	K
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Preacher he in his stirrups riz	G
His visage kind ov cheerin'	B
An' keerful look'd along the road	A
Over sugarbush an' clearin'	B
Thar wa'n't a deacon within sight	A
Sez he My brother guess you're right	A
	-
You keep your waggon Zionward	A
With that religion on it	A
I calculate we'll meet jest here	K
A caliker sun bonnet	A
On a sister's head cum round the Jog	P
An' preacher dispars'd like mornin' fog	P
	-
One day a kind ov judgment come	U
The lightnin' rod conductor	K
Got broke the fluid struck his aunt	A
An' in the root house chuck'd her	K
It laid her up for quite a while	O
An' the judgment made the neighbors smile	O
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Old Spense he swore a mighty swar	K
He didn't mince nor chew it	A
For when he spoke 'most usual	L
It had a backbone tew it	A
He sed he'd find a healthy plan	B
Tew square things with the agent man	B
	-
Who'd sold him thet thar useless rod	A
To put upon his roofin'	B
An' ef he found him round the place	G
He'd send the scamp a hoofin'	B
You sort ov understand my sense	G
Yes pa said pooty Deely Spense	G
	-
Yes pa sez she es mild es milk	V
Tew thet thar strong oration	B
An' when a woman acts like that	A
It's bin my observation	B
An' reckin that you'll find it sound	A
She means tew turn creation round	A
	-
An' fix the univarse the way	K
She sort ov feels the notion	B
So Deely let the old man rave	W
Nor kick'd up no commotion	B
Tho' thet cute agent man an' she	R
Were know'd es steady company	R
	-
He'd chance around when Spense was out	A
A feller sort o' airy	R
An' poke around free's the wind	A
With Deely in the dairy	R
Old Spense hed got a patent churn	B
Thet gev the Church a drefful turn	B
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I am a married man myself	X
More sot on steddy plowin'	B
An' cuttin' rails than praisin' gals	G
Yet honestly allowin'	B
A man must be main hard tew please	G
Thet didn't freeze tew Deely's cheese	G
	-
I reckon tho' old Spense hed sign'd	A
With Satan queer law papers	G
He'd fill'd that dairy up chock full	Y
Of them thar patent capers	G
Preacher once took fur sermon text	A
Rebellious patent vats What next	A
	-
I've kind of stray'd from thet thar scare	K
That cum on Spense tho' reely	Y
I'll allus hold it was a shine	B
Of thet thar pooty Deely	Y
Thar's them es holds thro' thin an' thick	T
'Twas a friendly visit from Old Nick	T
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Es time went on old Spense he seem'd	A
More sot on patent capers	G
So he went right off tew fetch a thing	Z
He'd read ov in the papers	G
'Twas a moony night in airly June	B
The Whip poor wills wus all in tune	B
	-
The Katydids wus callin' clar	K
The fire bugs was glowin'	B
The smell ov clover fill'd the air	K
Thet day old Spense'd bin mowin'	B
With a mower yellin' drefful screams	G
Like them skreeks we hear in nightmare dreams	G
	-
Miss Spense wus in the keepin' room	A2
O'erlookin' last yar's cherries	G
The Help wus settin' on the bench	B2
A hullin' airly berries	G
The hir'd man sot on the step	C2
An' chaw'd an' watch'd the crickets lep	C2
	-
Not one ov them thar folks thet thought	A
Ov Deely in the dairy	Y
The Help thought on the hir'd man	B
An' he ov Martin's Mary	Y
Miss Spense she ponder'd thet she'd found	A
Crush'd sugar'd riz a cent a pound	A
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I guess hed you an' I bin thar	K
A peepin' thro' the shutter	K
Ov thet thar dairy we'd a swore	K
Old Spense's cheese an' butter	K
Wus gilded from the manner thet	A
Deely she smil'd on pan an' vat	A
	-
The Agent he had chanc'd around	A
In evenin's peaceful shadder	K
He'd glimps'd Spense an' his tarrier go	B
Across the new mown medder	K
To'ard Crampville so he shew'd his sense	G
By slidin' o'er the garden fence	G
	-
An' kind of unassumin' glode	A
Beneath the bendin' branches	G
Tew the dairy door whar Deely watch'd	A
A twitterin' an' anxious	G
It didn't suit Miss Deely's plan	B
Her pa should catch that Agent man	B
	-
I kind ov mind them days I went	A
With Betsy Ann a sparking'	B
Time hed a'drefful sneakin way	K
Ov passin' without markin'	B
A single blaze upon a post	A
An' walkin' noiseless es a ghost	A
	-
I guess thet Adam found it thus	G
Afore he hed to grapple	Y
With thet conundrum Satan rais'd	A
About the blam'd old apple	Y
He found Time sort ov smart tew pass	G
Afore Eve took tew apple sass	G
	-
Thar ain't no changes cum about	A
Sence them old days in Eden	B
Except thet lovers take a spell	Y
Of mighty hearty feedin'	B
Now Adam makes his Eve rejice	G
By orderin' up a lemon ice	G
	-
He ain't got enny kind ov show	B
To hear the merry pealins'	G
Of them thar weddin' bells unless	G
He kind ov stirs her feelins'	G
By treatin' her tew ginger pop	M
An' pilin' peanuts in a top	M
	-
Thet Agent man know'd how to run	B
The business real handy	A
An' him an' Deely sot an' laugh'd	A
An' scrunch'd a pile o' candy	A
An' talk'd about the singin' skule	Y
An' stars an' Spense's kickin' mule	Y
	-
An' other elevatin' facts	G
In Skyence an' in Natur	K
An' Time es I wus sayin' glode	A
Past like a champion skater	K
When Thunder round the orchard fence	G
Come thet thar tarrier dog an' Spense	G
	-
An' made straight for the dairy door	K
Thar's times in most experrence	G
We feel how trooly wise 'twould be	A
To make a rapid clearance	G
Nor wait tew practice them thar rules	G
We larn tew city dancin' skules	G
	-
The Agent es a gen'ral plan	B
Wus polish'd es the handles	G
Ov my old plough an' slick an' smooth	H
Es Betsey's tallow candles	G
But when he see'd old Spense wal neow	B
He acted homely es a ceow	G
	-
His manners wusn't in the grain	B
His wool wus sorter shoddy	A
His courage wus a poorish sort	A
It hadn't got no body	A
An' when he see'd old Spense he shook	B
Es ef he'd see'd his gran'ma's spook	B
	-
Deely she wrung her pooty hands	G
She felt her heart a turnin'	B
Es poor es milk when all the cream	D2
Is taken off fur churnin'	B
When all to once her eyes fell pat	A
Upon old Spense's patent vat	A
	-
The Agent took no sort ov stock	B
Thet time in etiquettin	B
It would hev made a punkin laugh	E2
Tew see his style of gettin'	B
In thet thar empty vat he slid	A
An' Deely shet the hefty lid	A
	-
Old Spense wus smilin' jest es clar	K
Es stars in the big Dipper	K
An' Deely made believe tew hum	U
Old Hundred gay an' chipper	K
But thinkin' what a tightsome squeeze	G
The vat wus fur the Agent's knees	G
	-
Old Spense he sed I guess my gal	Y
Ye've been a sort ov dreamin'	B
I see ye haven't set the pans	G
Nor turn'd the mornin's cream in	B
Now ain't ye spry Now darn my hat	A
Ef the milk's run inter thet thar vat	A
	-
Thar's times one's feelin's swell like bread	A
In summer time a risin'	B
An' Deely's heart swole in a way	K
Wus mightily surprising	B
When Spense gripp'd one ov them thar pans	G
Ov yaller cream in his big han's	G
	-
The moon glode underneath a cloud	A
The breeze sigh'd loud an' airy	A
The pans they faintlike glimmer'd on	B
The white walls ov the dairy	A
Deely she trembl'd like an ash	F2
An' lean'd agin the old churn dash	F2
	-
Tarnation darksome growl'd old Spense	G
Arf liftin' up the cover	K
He turn'd the pan ov cream quite spry	K
On Deely's Agent lover	K
Good sakes alive a curdlin' skreek	B
From thet thar Agent man did break	B
	-
All drippin' white he ros'd tew view	G2
His curly locks a flowin'	B
With clotted cream an' in the dusk	B
His eyes with terror glowin'	B
He made one spring 'tis certain reely	Y
He never sed Good night tew Deely	Y
	-
Old Spense he riz up from the ground	A
An' with a kind ov wonder	K
He look'd inter thet patent vat	A
An' simply sed By thunder	K
Then look'd at Deely hard and sed	A
The milk will sop clar thro' his hed	A
	-
Folks look'd right solemn when they heard	A
The hull ov thet thar story	Y
An' sed It might be plainly seen	B
Twas clar agin the glory	Y
Of Pruvidence to use a vat	A
Thet Satan in had boldly sat	A
	-
They shook their heads when Spense declar'd	A
'Twas Deely's beau in hidin'	B
They guess'd they know'd a thing or two	G2
An' wasn't so confidin'	B
'Twas the Devourin' Lion cum	U
Tew ask old Spense testep down hum	U
	-
Old Spense he kinder spil'd the thing	B
Fur thet thar congregation	B
By holdin' on tew life in spite	A
Ov Satan's invitation	B
An' hurts thar feelin's ev'ry Spring	B
Buyin' some pesky patent thing	B
	-
The Agent man slid out next day	A
To peddle round young Hyson	B
And Deely fur a fortnight thought	A
Ov drinkin' sum rat pison	B
Didn't put no papers in her har	K
An' din'd out ov the pickle jar	K
	-
Then at Aunt Hesby's sewin' bee	Y
She met a slick young feller	K
With a city partin' tew his har	K
An' a city umbereller	K
He see'd her hum thet night an' he	Y
Is now her steddy company	Y