Squire Hawkins's Story Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDDEE BFBGEEEEEEEEEEEHHEEI I EEEEEEJJEEKK LMLMHHEE NN EOPQRST KKUUEEVWEPEOEEXXEE EYEYEEEEEEZ A2 SYTYB2B2C2C2C2C2EE EED2 YEYEEE2E2EEEEF2E EKEKKOP ED2ED2YYEEG2G2QQH2 EEI2I2 C2C2EEC2 C2C2 EEJ2 D2 EE EEEEEPPK2K2EE JJEEEEPPEE EL2EL2EEQQBBM2M2 ZEZEN2I hain't no hand at tellin' tales | A |
Er spinnin' yarns as the sailors say | B |
Someway o' 'nother language fails | A |
To slide fer me in the oily way | B |
That LAWYERS has and I wisht it would | C |
Fer I've got somepin' that I call good | C |
But bein' only a country squire | D |
I've learned to listen and admire | D |
Ruther preferrin' to be addressed | E |
Than talk myse'f but I'll do my best | E |
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Old Jeff Thompson well I'll say | B |
Was the clos'test man I ever saw | F |
Rich as cream but the porest pay | B |
And the meanest man to work fer La | G |
I've knowed that man to work one 'hand' | E |
Fer little er nothin' you understand | E |
From four o'clock in the morning light | E |
Tel eight and nine o'clock at night | E |
And then find fault with his appetite | E |
He'd drive all over the neighberhood | E |
To miss the place where a toll gate stood | E |
And slip in town by some old road | E |
That no two men in the county knowed | E |
With a jag o' wood and a sack o' wheat | E |
That wouldn't burn and you couldn't eat | E |
And the trades he'd make 'll I jest de clare | H |
Was enough to make a preacher swear | H |
And then he'd hitch and hang about | E |
Tel the lights in the toll gate was blowed out | E |
And then the turnpike he'd turn in | I |
And sneak his way back home ag'in | I |
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Some folks hint and I make no doubt | E |
That that's what wore his old wife out | E |
Toilin' away from day to day | E |
And year to year through heat and cold | E |
Uncomplainin' the same old way | E |
The martyrs died in the days of old | E |
And a clingin' too as the martyrs done | J |
To one fixed faith and her ONLY one | J |
Little Patience the sweetest child | E |
That ever wept unrickonciled | E |
Er felt the pain and the ache and sting | K |
That only a mother's death can bring | K |
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Patience Thompson I think that name | L |
Must 'a' come from a power above | M |
Fer it seemed to fit her jest the same | L |
As a GAITER would er a fine kid glove | M |
And to see that girl with all the care | H |
Of the household on her I de clare | H |
It was OUDACIOUS the work she'd do | E |
And the thousand plans that she'd putt through | E |
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And sing like a medder lark all day long | N |
And drowned her cares in the joys o' song | N |
And LAUGH sometimes tel the farmer's 'hand ' | - |
Away fur off in the fields would stand | E |
A listenin' with the plow half drawn | O |
Tel the coaxin' echoes called him on | P |
And the furries seemed in his dreamy eyes | Q |
Like foot paths a leadin' to Paradise | R |
As off through the hazy atmosphere | S |
The call fer dinner reached his ear | T |
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Now LOVE'S as cunnin'a little thing | K |
As a hummin' bird upon the wing | K |
And as liable to poke his nose | U |
Jest where folks would least suppose | U |
And more'n likely build his nest | E |
Right in the heart you'd leave unguessed | E |
And live and thrive at your expense | V |
At least that's MY experience | W |
And old Jeff Thompson often thought | E |
In his se'fish way that the quiet John | P |
Was a stiddy chap as a farm hand OUGHT | E |
To always be fer the airliest dawn | O |
Found John busy and 'EASY ' too | E |
Whenever his wages would fall due | E |
To sum him up with a final touch | X |
He EAT so little and WORKED so much | X |
That old Jeff laughed to hisse'f and said | E |
'He makes ME money and airns his bread | E |
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But John fer all of his quietude | E |
Would sometimes drap a word er so | Y |
That none but PATIENCE understood | E |
And none but her was MEANT to know | Y |
Maybe at meal times John would say | E |
As the sugar bowl come down his way | E |
'Thanky no MY coffee's sweet | E |
Enough fer ME ' with sich conceit | E |
SHE'D know at once without no doubt | E |
HE meant because she poured it out | E |
And smile and blush and all sich stuff | Z |
And ast ef it was 'STRONG enough ' | - |
And git the answer neat and trim | A2 |
'It COULDN'T be too 'strong' fer HIM ' | - |
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And so things went fer 'bout a year | S |
Tel John at last found pluck to go | Y |
And pour his tale in the old man's ear | T |
And ef it had been HOT LEAD I know | Y |
It couldn't 'a' raised a louder fuss | B2 |
Ner 'a' riled the old man's temper wuss | B2 |
He jest LIT in and cussed and swore | C2 |
And lunged and rared and ripped and tore | C2 |
And told John jest to leave his door | C2 |
And not to darken it no more | C2 |
But Patience cried with eyes all wet | E |
'Remember John and don't ferget | E |
WHATEVER comes I love you yet ' | - |
But the old man thought in his se'fish way | E |
'I'll see her married rich some day | E |
And THAT ' thinks he 'is money fer ME | D2 |
And my will's LAW as it ought to be ' | - |
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So when in the course of a month er so | Y |
A WIDOWER with a farm er two | E |
Comes to Jeff's w'y the folks you know | Y |
Had to TALK as the folks'll do | E |
It was the talk of the neighberhood | E |
PATIENCE and JOHN and THEIR affairs | E2 |
And this old chap with a few gray hairs | E2 |
Had 'cut John out ' it was understood | E |
And some folks reckoned 'Patience too | E |
Knowed what SHE was a goin' to do | E |
It was LIKE her la indeed | E |
All she loved was DOLLARS and CENTS | F2 |
Like old JEFF and they saw no need | E |
Fer JOHN to pine at HER negligence ' | - |
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But others said in a KINDER way | E |
They missed the songs she used to sing | K |
They missed the smiles that used to play | E |
Over her face and the laughin' ring | K |
Of her glad voice that EVERYthing | K |
Of her OLD se'f seemed dead and gone | O |
And this was the ghost that they gazed on | P |
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Tel finally it was noised about | E |
There was a WEDDIN' soon to be | D2 |
Down at Jeff's and the 'cat was out' | E |
Shore enough 'Ll the JEE MUN NEE | D2 |
It RILED me when John told me so | Y |
Fer I WAS A FRIEND O' JOHN'S you know | Y |
And his trimblin' voice jest broke in two | E |
As a feller's voice'll sometimes do | E |
And I says says I 'Ef I know my biz | G2 |
And I think I know what JESTICE is | G2 |
I've read SOME law and I'd advise | Q |
A man like you to wipe his eyes | Q |
And square his jaws and start AGIN | H2 |
FER JESTICE IS A GOIN' TO WIN ' | - |
And it wasn't long tel his eyes had cleared | E |
As blue as the skies and the sun appeared | E |
In the shape of a good old fashioned smile | I2 |
That I hadn't seen fer a long long while | I2 |
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So we talked on fer a' hour er more | C2 |
And sunned ourselves in the open door | C2 |
Tel a hoss and buggy down the road | E |
Come a drivin' up that I guess John KNOWED | E |
Fer he winked and says 'I'll dessappear | C2 |
THEY'D smell a mice ef they saw ME here ' | - |
And he thumbed his nose at the old gray mare | C2 |
And hid hisse'f in the house somewhere | C2 |
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Well The rig drove up and I raised my head | E |
As old Jeff hollered to me and said | E |
That 'him and his old friend there had come | J2 |
To see ef the squire was at home ' | - |
I told 'em 'I was and I AIMED to be | D2 |
At every chance of a weddin' fee ' | - |
And then I laughed and they laughed too | E |
Fer that was the object they had in view | E |
'Would I be on hands at eight that night ' | - |
They ast and 's I 'You're mighty right | E |
I'LL be on hand ' And then I BU'ST | E |
Out a laughin' my very wu'st | E |
And so did they as they wheeled away | E |
And drove to'rds town in a cloud o' dust | E |
Then I shet the door and me and John | P |
Laughed and LAUGHED and jest LAUGHED on | P |
Tel Mother drapped her specs and BY | K2 |
JEEWHILLIKERS I thought she'd DIE | K2 |
And she couldn't 'a' told I'll bet my hat | E |
What on earth she was laughin' at | E |
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But all o' the fun o' the tale hain't done | J |
Fer a drizzlin' rain had jest begun | J |
And a havin' 'bout four mile' to ride | E |
I jest concluded I'd better light | E |
Out fer Jeff's and save my hide | E |
Fer IT WAS A GOIN' TO STORM THAT NIGHT | E |
So we went down to the barn and John | P |
Saddled my beast and I got on | P |
And he told me somepin' to not ferget | E |
And when I left he was LAUGHIN' yet | E |
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And 'proachin' on to my journey's end | E |
The great big draps o' the rain come down | L2 |
And the thunder growled in a way to lend | E |
An awful look to the lowerin' frown | L2 |
The dull sky wore and the lightnin' glanced | E |
Tel my old mare jest MORE'N pranced | E |
And tossed her head and bugged her eyes | Q |
To about four times their natchurl size | Q |
As the big black lips of the clouds 'ud drap | B |
Out some oath of a thunderclap | B |
And threaten on in an undertone | M2 |
That chilled a feller clean to the bone | M2 |
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But I struck shelter soon enough | Z |
To save myse'f And the house was jammed | E |
With the women folks and the weddin'stuff | Z |
A great long table fairly CRAMMED | E |
With | N2 |
James Whitcomb Riley
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