A New Year's Time At Willards's Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| The Hired Man Talks | B |
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| There's old man Willards an' his wife | C |
| An' Marg'et S'repty's sister an' | D |
| There's me an' I'm the hired man | D |
| An' Tomps McClure you better yer life | C |
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| Well now old Willards hain't so bad | E |
| Considerin' the chance he's had | E |
| Of course he's rich an' sleeps an' eats | F |
| Whenever he's a mind to Takes | G |
| An' leans back in the Amen seats | F |
| An' thanks the Lord fer all he makes | G |
| That's purty much all folks has got | H |
| Ag'inst the old man like as not | H |
| But there's his woman jes the turn | D |
| Of them air two wild girls o' hern | D |
| Marg'et an' S'repty allus in | D |
| Fer any cuttin' up concern | D |
| Church festibals and foolishin' | D |
| Round Christmas trees an' New Year's sprees | I |
| Set up to watch the Old Year go | J |
| An' New Year come sich things as these | I |
| An' turkey dinners don't you know | J |
| S'repty's younger an' more gay | K |
| An' purtier an' finer dressed | L |
| Than Marg'et is but lawzy day | K |
| She hain't the independentest | K |
| 'Take care ' old Willards used to say | K |
| 'Take care Let Marg'et have her way | K |
| An' S'repty you go off an' play | K |
| On your melodeum ' But best | K |
| Of all comes Tomps An' I'll be bound | K |
| Ef he hain't jes the beatin'est | K |
| Young chap in all the country round | K |
| Ef you knowed Tomps you'd like him shore | M |
| They hain't no man on top o' ground | K |
| Walks into my affections more | M |
| An' all the Settlement'll say | K |
| That Tomps was liked jes thataway | K |
| By ever'body till he tuk | N |
| A shine to S'repty Willards Then | D |
| You'd ort'o see the old man buck | O |
| An' h'ist hisse'f an' paw the dirt | K |
| An' hint that 'common workin' men | D |
| That didn't want their feelin's hurt | K |
| 'Ud better hunt fer 'comp'ny' where | P |
| The folks was pore an' didn't care ' | - |
| The pine blank facts is the old man | D |
| Last Christmas was a year ago | J |
| Found out some presents Tomps had got | K |
| Fer S'repty an' hit made him hot | K |
| Set down an' tuk his pen in hand | K |
| An' writ to Tomps an' told him so | J |
| On legal cap in white an' black | Q |
| An' give him jes to understand | K |
| 'No Christmas gifts o' 'lily white' | K |
| An' bear's ile could fix matters right ' | - |
| An' wropped 'em up an' sent 'em back | Q |
| Well S'repty cried an' snuffled round | K |
| Consid'able But Marg'et she | R |
| Toed out another sock an' wound | K |
| Her knittin' up an' drawed the tea | R |
| An' then set on the supper things | S |
| An' went up in the loft an' dressed | K |
| An' through it all you'd never guessed | K |
| What she was up to An' she brings | S |
| Her best hat with her an her shawl | T |
| An' gloves an' redicule an' all | T |
| An' injirubbers an' comes down | D |
| An' tells 'em she's a goin' to town | D |
| To he'p the Christmas goin's on | D |
| Her Church got up An' go she does | U |
| The best hosswoman ever was | V |
| 'An' what'll We do while you're gone ' | - |
| The old man says a tryin' to be | R |
| Agreeable 'Oh You ' says she | R |
| 'You kin jaw S'repty like you did | K |
| An' slander Tomps ' An' off she rid | K |
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| Now this is all I'm goin' to tell | W |
| Of this here story that is I | X |
| Have done my very level best | K |
| As fur as this an' here I 'dwell ' | - |
| As auctioneers says winkin' sly | X |
| Hit's old man Willards tells the rest | K |
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| The Old Man Talks | B |
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| Adzackly jes one year ago | J |
| This New Year's day Tomps comes to me | R |
| In my own house an' whilse the folks | Y |
| Was gittin' dinner an' he pokes | Y |
| His nose right in an' says says he | R |
| 'I got yer note an' read it slow | J |
| You don't like me ner I don't you ' | - |
| He says 'we're even there you know | J |
| But you've said furder that no gal | Z |
| Of yourn kin marry me er shall | Z |
| An' I'd best shet off comin' too ' | - |
| An' then he says 'Well them's Your views | A2 |
| But havin' talked with S'repty we | R |
| Have both agreed to disagree | R |
| With your peculiar notions some | B2 |
| An' that s the reason I refuse | A2 |
| To quit a comin' here but come | B2 |
| Not fer to threat ner raise no skeer | R |
| An' spile yer turkey dinner here | R |
| But jes fer S'repty's sake to sheer | R |
| Yer New Year's Shall I take a cheer ' | - |
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| Well blame don Ef I ever see | R |
| Sich impidence I couldn't say | K |
| Not nary word But Mother she | R |
| Sot out a cheer fer Tomps an' they | K |
| Shuk hands an' turnt their back on me | R |
| Then I riz mad as mad could be | R |
| But Marg'et says 'Now Pap You set | K |
| Right where you're settin' Don't you fret | K |
| An' Tomps you warm yer feet ' says she | R |
| 'An throw yer mitts an' comfert on | D |
| The bed there Where is S'repty gone | D |
| The cabbage is a scortchin' Ma | C2 |
| Stop cryin' there an' stir the slaw ' | - |
| Well What was Mother cryin' fer | R |
| I half riz up but Marg'et's chin | D |
| Hit squared an' I set down ag'in | D |
| I allus was afeard o' her | R |
| I was by jucks So there I set | K |
| Betwixt a sinkin' chill an' sweat | K |
| An' scuffled with my wrath an' shet | K |
| My teeth to mighty tight you bet | K |
| An' yit fer all that I could do | K |
| I eeched to jes git up an' whet | K |
| The carvin' knife a rasp er two | K |
| On Tomps's ribs an' so would you | K |
| Fer he had riz an' faced around | K |
| An' stood there smilin' as they brung | J |
| The turkey in all stuffed an' browned | K |
| Too sweet fer nose er tooth er tongue | J |
| With sniffs o' sage an' p'r'aps a dash | D2 |
| Of old burnt brandy steamin' hot | K |
| Mixed kindo' in with apple mash | D2 |
| An' mince meat an' the Lord knows what | K |
| Nobody was a talkin' then | D |
| To 'filiate any awk'ardness | K |
| No noise o' any kind but jes | K |
| The rattle o' the dishes when | D |
| They'd fetch 'em in an' set 'em down | D |
| An' fix an' change 'em round an' round | K |
| Like women does till Mother says | K |
| 'Vittels is ready Abner call | T |
| Down S'repty she's up stairs I guess ' | - |
| And Marg'et she says 'Ef you bawl | T |
| Like that she'll not come down at all | T |
| Besides we needn't wait till she | R |
| Gits down Here Temps set down by me | R |
| An' Pap say grace ' Well there I was | K |
| What could I do I drapped my head | K |
| Behind my fists an' groaned an' said | K |
| 'Indulgent Parent In Thy cause | K |
| We bow the head an' bend the knee | R |
| An' break the bread an' pour the wine | D |
| Feelin' ' The stair door suddently | T |
| Went bang An' S'repty flounced by me | R |
| 'Feelin' ' I says 'this feast is Thine | D |
| This New Year's feast ' an' rap rap rap | E2 |
| Went Marg'ets case knife on her plate | K |
| An' next I heerd a sasser drap | E2 |
| Then I looked up an' strange to state | K |
| There S'repty set in Tomps lap | E2 |
| An' huggin' him as shore as fate | K |
| An' Mother kissin' him k slap | E2 |
| An' Marg'et she chips in to drap | E2 |
| The ruther peert remark to me | R |
| 'That 'grace' o' yourn ' she says 'won't 'gee' | F2 |
| This hain't no 'New Year's feast '' says she | R |
| 'This is a' Infair Dinner Pap ' | - |
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| An' so it was Be'n married fer | R |
| Purt' nigh a week 'Twas Marg'et planned | K |
| The whole thing fer 'em through an' through | K |
| I'm rickonciled an' understand | K |
| I take things jes as they occur | R |
| Ef Marg'et liked Tomps Tomps 'ud do | K |
| But I says I a holt his hand | K |
| 'I'm glad you didn't marry Her | R |
| 'Cause Marg'et's my guardeen yes sir | R |
| An' S'repty's good enough fer you ' | - |
James Whitcomb Riley
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