The Weavers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABB CDCDD EFEFF DGDGH

Many a time your father gave me aidA
When I was down and now I'm down againB
You mustn't take it bad or be dismayedA
Because I say young folk should help old menB
And 'tis their duty to do that AmenB
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I have no cows no sheep no cloak no hatC
For those who used to give me things are deadD
And my luck died with them because of thatC
I won't pay you a farthing but insteadD
I'll owe you till the dead rise from the deadD
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A farthing that's not much but all the sameE
I haven't half a farthing for that grandF
Big idiot called Fortune rigged the gameE
And gave me nothing while she filled the handF
Of every stingy devil in the landF
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You weave and I you shirts I weave insteadD
My careful verse but you get paid at timesG
The only rap I get is on my headD
But should it come again that men like rhymesG
And pay for them I'll pay you for your shirtH

James Stephens



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