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 know | A |
| Is first and best and most also | A |
| Of all the States' whole forty four | B |
| She's first in ever'thing that's shore | B |
| And best in ever'way as yet | C |
| Made known to man and you kin bet | C |
| She's most because she won't confess | D |
| She ever was or will be less | D |
| And yet fer all her proud array | E |
| Of sons how many gits away | E |
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| No doubt about her bein' great | F |
| But fellers she's a leaky State | F |
| And them that boasts the most about | G |
| Her them's the ones that's dribbled out | G |
| Law jes' to think of all you boys | H |
| 'Way over here in Illinoise | H |
| A celebratin' like ye air | I |
| Old Indiany 'way back there | I |
| In the dark ages so to speak | J |
| A prayin' for ye once a week | J |
| And wonderin' what's a keepin' you | K |
| From comin' like you ort to do | K |
| You're all a lookin' well and like | L |
| You wasn't sidin' up the pike | L |
| As the tramp shoemaker said | M |
| When he sacked the boss and shed | M |
| The blame town to hunt fer one | N |
| Where they didn't work fer fun | N |
| Lookin' extry well I'd say | H |
| Your old home so fur away | H |
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| Maybe though like the old jour | O |
| Fun hain't all yer workin' fer | P |
| So you've found a job that pays | H |
| Better than in them old days | H |
| You was on The Weekly Press | H |
| Heppin' run things more er less | H |
| Er a learnin' telegraph | Q |
| Operatin' with a half | Q |
| Notion of the tinner's trade | R |
| Er the dusty man's that laid | R |
| Out designs on marble and | S |
| Hacked out little lambs by hand | T |
| And chewed finecut as he wrought | U |
| Shapin' from his bitter thought | U |
| Some squshed mutterings to say | H |
| Yes hard work and porer pay | H |
| Er you'd kind o' thought the far | V |
| Gazin' kuss that owned a car | V |
| And took pictures in it had | W |
| Jes' the snap you wanted bad | W |
| And you even wondered why | X |
| He kep' foolin' with his sky | X |
| Light the same on shiny days | H |
| As when rainin' 'T leaked always | H |
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| Wondered what strange things was hid | Y |
| In there when he shet the door | B |
| And smelt like a burnt drug store | B |
| Next some orchard trees i swan | Z |
| With whole roasted apples on | Z |
| That's why Ade is here of late | F |
| Buyin' in the dear old state | F |
| So's to cut it up in plots | H |
| Of both town and country lots | H |
James Whitcomb Riley
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