A' Old Played-out Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFG HI IJKH LJMJNFHF LJJJOJJJ HJFJLDJD P QRJSF| It's the curiousest thing in creation | A |
| Whenever I hear that old song | B |
| 'Do They Miss Me at Home ' I'm so bothered | C |
| My life seems as short as it's long | B |
| Far ever'thing 'pears like adzackly | D |
| It 'peared in the years past and gone | E |
| When I started out sparkin' at twenty | F |
| And had my first neckercher on | G |
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| Though I'm wrinkelder older and grayer | H |
| Right now than my parents was then | I |
| You strike up that song 'Do They Miss Me ' | - |
| And I'm jest a youngster again | I |
| I'm a standin' back there in the furries | J |
| A wishin' far evening to come | K |
| And a whisperin' over and over | H |
| Them words 'Do They Miss Me at Home ' | - |
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| You see Marthy Ellen she sung it | L |
| The first time I heerd it and so | J |
| As she was my very first sweetheart | M |
| It reminds of her don't you know | J |
| How her face ust to look in the twilight | N |
| As I tuck her to spellin' and she | F |
| Kep' a hummin' that song 'tel I ast her | H |
| Pine blank ef she ever missed me | F |
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| I can shet my eyes now as you sing it | L |
| And hear her low answerin' words | J |
| And then the glad chirp of the crickets | J |
| As clear as the twitter of birds | J |
| And the dust in the road is like velvet | O |
| And the ragweed and fennel and grass | J |
| Is as sweet as the scent of the lilies | J |
| Of Eden of old as we pass | J |
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| 'Do They Miss Me at Home ' Sing it lower | H |
| And softer and sweet as the breeze | J |
| That powdered our path with the snowy | F |
| White bloom of the old locus' trees | J |
| Let the whippoorwills he'p you to sing it | L |
| And the echoes 'way over the hill | D |
| 'Tel the moon boolges out in a chorus | J |
| Of stars and our voices is still | D |
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| But oh 'They's a chord in the music | P |
| That's missed when her voice is away ' | - |
| Though I listen from midnight 'tel morning | Q |
| And dawn 'tel the dusk of the day | R |
| And I grope through the dark lookin' up'ards | J |
| And on through the heavenly dome | S |
| With my longin' soul singin' and sobbin' | F |
| The words 'Do They Miss Me at Home ' | - |
James Whitcomb Riley
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