A Hobo Voluntary Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EEFF GGHI JJKK LLMM NNOM PPQQ RSTU VVNN MWXY ZGA2X ZZYY B2C2NN D2CYY E2E2NN F2G2YY H2H2BB I2EJ2J2 JK2L2M2 ABCD| Oh the hobo's life is a roving life | A |
| It robs pretty maids of their heart's delight | B |
| It causes them to weep and it causes them to mourn | C |
| For the life of a hobo never to return | D |
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| The hobo's heart it is light and free | E |
| Though it's Sweethearts all farewell to thee | E |
| Farewell to thee for it's far away | F |
| The homeless hobo's footsteps stray | F |
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| In the morning bright or the dusk so dim | G |
| It's any path is the one for him | G |
| He'll take his chances long or short | H |
| For to meet his fate with a valiant heart | I |
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| Oh it's beauty mops out the sidetracked car | J |
| And it's beauty beaut' at the pigs feet bar | J |
| But when his drinks and his eats is made | K |
| Then the hobo shunts off down the grade | K |
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| He camps near town on the old crick bank | L |
| And he cuts his name on the water tank | L |
| He cuts his name and the hobo sign | M |
| Bound for the land of corn and wine | M |
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| Oh it's I like friends that he'ps me through | N |
| And the friends also that he'ps you too | N |
| Oh I like all friends 'most every kind | O |
| But I don't like friends that don't like mine | M |
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| There's friends of mine when they gits the hunch | P |
| Comes a swarmin' in the blasted bunch | P |
| Clog step Jonny and Flat wheel Bill | Q |
| And Brockey Ike from Circleville | Q |
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| With Cooney Ward and Sikes the Kid | R |
| And old Pop Lawson the best we had | S |
| The rankest mug and the worst for lush | T |
| And the dandiest of the whole blame push | U |
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| Oh them's the times I remembers best | V |
| When I took my chance with all the rest | V |
| And hogged fried chicken and roastin' ears too | N |
| And sucked cheroots when the feed was through | N |
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| Oh the hobo's way is the railroad line | M |
| And it's little he cares for schedule time | W |
| Whatever town he's a striken for | X |
| Will wait for him till he gits there | Y |
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| And whatever burg that he lands in | Z |
| There's beauties there just thick for him | G |
| There's beauty at The Queen's Taste Lunch stand sure | A2 |
| Or The Last Chance Boardin' House back door | X |
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| He's lonesome like so he gits run in | Z |
| To git the hang o' the world ag'in | Z |
| But the laundry circles he moves in there | Y |
| Makes him sigh for the country air | Y |
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| So it's Good by gals and he takes his chance | B2 |
| And wads hisself through the workhouse fence | C2 |
| He sheds the town and the railroad too | N |
| And strikes mud roads for a change of view | N |
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| The jay drives by on his way to town | D2 |
| And looks on the hobo in high scorn | C |
| And so likewise does the farmhands stare | Y |
| But what the haids does the hobo care | Y |
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| He hits the pike in the summer's heat | E2 |
| Or the winter's cold with its snow and sleet | E2 |
| With a boot on one foot and one shoe | N |
| Or he goes barefoot if he chooses to | N |
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| But he likes the best when the days is warm | F2 |
| With his bum Prince Albert on his arm | G2 |
| He likes to size up a farmhouse where | Y |
| They haint no man nor bulldog there | Y |
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| Oh he gits his meals wherever he can | H2 |
| So natchurly he's a handy man | H2 |
| He's a handy man both day and night | B |
| And he's always blest with an appetite | B |
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| A tin o' black coffee and a rhuburb pie | I2 |
| Be they old and cold as charity | E |
| They're hot stuff enough for the pore hobo | J2 |
| And it's Thanks kind lady for to treat me so | J2 |
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| Then he fills his pipe with a stub cigar | J |
| And swipes a coal from the kitchen fire | K2 |
| And the hired girl says in a smilin' tone | L2 |
| It's good by John if you call that goin' | M2 |
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| Oh the hobo's life is a roving life | A |
| It robs pretty maids of their heart's delight | B |
| It causes them to weep and it causes them to mourn | C |
| For the life of a hobo never to return | D |
James Whitcomb Riley
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