My Dancin'-days Is Over Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBBC DDE EC FGHHHC GGIIIC DDJJJC KKIIIC| What is it in old fiddle chunes 'at makes me ketch my breath | A |
| And ripples up my backbone tel I'm tickled most to death | A |
| Kindo' like that sweet sick feelin' in the long sweep of a swing | B |
| The first you ever swung in with yer first sweet heart i jing | B |
| Yer first picnic yer first ice cream yer first o' ever'thing | B |
| 'At happened 'fore yer dancin' days wuz over | C |
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| I never understood it and I s'pose I never can | D |
| But right in town here yisterd'y I heerd a pore blindman | D |
| A fiddlin' old 'Gray Eagle' And sir I jes stopped my load | E |
| O' hay and listened at him yes and watched the way he 'bow'd ' | - |
| And back I went plum forty year' with boys and girls I knowed | E |
| And loved long 'fore my dancin' days wuz over | C |
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| At high noon in yer city with yer blame Magnetic Cars | F |
| A hummin' and a screetchin' past and bands and G A R 's | G |
| A marchin' and fire ingines All the noise the whole street through | H |
| Wuz lost on me I only heerd a whipperwill er two | H |
| It 'peared like kindo' callin' 'crost the darkness and the dew | H |
| Them nights afore my dancin' days wuz over | C |
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| T'uz Chused'y night at Wetherell's er We'nsd'y night at Strawn's | G |
| Er Fourth o' July night at uther Tomps's house er John's | G |
| With old Lew Church from Sugar Crick with that old fiddle he | I |
| Had sawed clean through the Army from Atlanty to the sea | I |
| And yit he'd fetched her home ag'in so's he could play fer me | I |
| One't more afore my dancin' days wuz over | C |
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| The woods 'at's all ben cut away wuz growin' same as then | D |
| The youngsters all wuz boys ag'in 'at's now all oldish men | D |
| And all the girls 'at then wuz girls I saw 'em one and all | J |
| As plain as then the middle sized the short and fat and tall | J |
| And 'peared like I danced 'Tucker' fer 'em up and down the wall | J |
| Jes like afore my dancin' days wuz over | C |
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| Yer po leece they can holler 'Say you Uncle drive ahead | K |
| You can't use all the right o' way ' fer that wuz what they said | K |
| But jes the same in spite of all 'at you call 'interprise | I |
| And prog gress of you folks Today ' we're all of fambly ties | I |
| We're all got feelin's fittin' fer the tears 'at's in our eyes | I |
| Er the smiles afore our dancin' days is over | C |
James Whitcomb Riley
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