Old Indiany. Intended For A Dinner Of The Indiana Society Of Chicago Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEE FFGGHHIIJJKKLLMMNNHH OPHHHHQQRRSTUUHHVVWW XXHH YBBZZFFHH

Old Indiany 'course we knowA
Is first and best and most alsoA
Of all the States' whole forty fourB
She's first in ever'thing that's shoreB
And best in ever'way as yetC
Made known to man and you kin betC
She's most because she won't confessD
She ever was or will be lessD
And yet fer all her proud arrayE
Of sons how many gits awayE
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No doubt about her bein' greatF
But fellers she's a leaky StateF
And them that boasts the most aboutG
Her them's the ones that's dribbled outG
Law jes' to think of all you boysH
'Way over here in IllinoiseH
A celebratin' like ye airI
Old Indiany 'way back thereI
In the dark ages so to speakJ
A prayin' for ye once a weekJ
And wonderin' what's a keepin' youK
From comin' like you ort to doK
You're all a lookin' well and likeL
You wasn't sidin' up the pikeL
As the tramp shoemaker saidM
When he sacked the boss and shedM
The blame town to hunt fer oneN
Where they didn't work fer funN
Lookin' extry well I'd sayH
Your old home so fur awayH
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Maybe though like the old jourO
Fun hain't all yer workin' ferP
So you've found a job that paysH
Better than in them old daysH
You was on The Weekly PressH
Heppin' run things more er lessH
Er a learnin' telegraphQ
Operatin' with a halfQ
Notion of the tinner's tradeR
Er the dusty man's that laidR
Out designs on marble andS
Hacked out little lambs by handT
And chewed finecut as he wroughtU
Shapin' from his bitter thoughtU
Some squshed mutterings to sayH
Yes hard work and porer payH
Er you'd kind o' thought the farV
Gazin' kuss that owned a carV
And took pictures in it hadW
Jes' the snap you wanted badW
And you even wondered whyX
He kep' foolin' with his skyX
Light the same on shiny daysH
As when rainin' 'T leaked alwaysH
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Wondered what strange things was hidY
In there when he shet the doorB
And smelt like a burnt drug storeB
Next some orchard trees i swanZ
With whole roasted apples onZ
That's why Ade is here of lateF
Buyin' in the dear old stateF
So's to cut it up in plotsH
Of both town and country lotsH

James Whitcomb Riley



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