The Jolly Miller Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AAABCD EE FAF A GHIH JJKDI AAA C AAALA M ANAN

It was a Jolly Miller lived on the River DeeA
He looked upon his piller and there he found a fleaA
'O Mr Flea you have bit' meA
And you shall shorely die 'B
So he scrunched his bones against the stonesC
And there he let him lieD
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Twas then the Jolly Miller he laughed and told his wifeE
And she laughed fit to kill her and dropped her carvin' knifeE
'O Mr Flea ' 'Ho ho ' 'Tee hee '-
They both laughed fit to killF
Until the sound did almost drowndA
The rumble of the millF
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'Laugh on my Jolly Miller and Missus Miller tooA
But there's a weeping willer will soon wave over you '-
The voice was all so awful smallG
So very small and slimH
He durst' infer that it was herI
Ner her infer 'twas himH
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That night the Jolly Miller says he 'It's Wifey dearJ
That cat o' yourn I'd kill her her actions is so queerJ
She rubbin' 'ginst the grindstone legsK
And yowlin' at the skyD
And I 'low the moon haint greenerI
Than the yaller of her eye '-
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And as the Jolly Miller went chuckle un to bedA
Was Somepin jerked his piller from underneath his headA
'O Wife ' says he on easi leeA
'Fetch here that lantern there '-
But Somepin moans in thunder tonesC
' You tetch it ef you dare '-
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'Twas then the Jolly Miller he trimbled and he quailedA
And his wife choked until her breath come back 'n' she wailedA
And ' O ' cried she 'it is the FleaA
All white and pale and wannL
He's got you in his clutches andA
He's bigger than a man '-
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' Ho ho my Jolly Miller ' fer 'twas the Flea fer shoreM
'I reckon you'll not rack my bones ner scrunch 'em any more '-
And then the Ghost he grabbed him clos'tA
With many a ghastly smileN
And from the doorstep stooped and hoppedA
About four hundred mileN

James Whitcomb Riley



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Kathy Ayres: In the mid-1960s, The Robbs, a rock band from Anne Arbor, MI redid this song with a wonderful melody and beat, and created a fascinating combination of British folk song and James Whitcomb Riley poem. They were overlooked as a band, but went on to grace the music business as record producers and nurturers of talent.
 
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