The Old Swimmin' Hole Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDBB EEFFGHBB IIJJBBBB BBKKLLBB MMNNOOBB| Oh the old swimmin' hole whare the crick so still and deep | A |
| Looked like a baby river that was laying half asleep | A |
| And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest below | B |
| Sounded like the laugh of something we onc't ust to know | B |
| Before we could remember anything but the eyes | C |
| Of the angels lookin' out as we left Paradise | D |
| But the merry days of youth is beyond our controle | B |
| And it's hard to part ferever with the old swimmin' hole | B |
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| Oh the old swimmin' hole In the happy days of yore | E |
| When I ust to lean above it on the old sickamore | E |
| Oh it showed me a face in its warm sunny tide | F |
| That gazed back at me so gay and glorified | F |
| It made me love myself as I leaped to caress | G |
| My shadder smilin' up at me with sich tenderness | H |
| But them days is past and gone and old Time's tuck his toll | B |
| From the old man come back to the old swimmin' hole | B |
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| Oh the old swimmin' hole In the long lazy days | I |
| When the humdrum of school made so many run a ways | I |
| How plesant was the jurney down the old dusty lane | J |
| Whare the tracks of our bare feet was all printed so plane | J |
| You could tell by the dent of the heel and the sole | B |
| They was lots o' fun on hands at the old swimmin' hole | B |
| But the lost joys is past Let your tears in sorrow roll | B |
| Like the rain that ust to dapple up the old swimmin' hole | B |
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| Thare the bullrushes growed and the cattails so tall | B |
| And the sunshine and shadder fell over it all | B |
| And it mottled the worter with amber and gold | K |
| Tel the glad lilies rocked in the ripples that rolled | K |
| And the snake feeder's four gauzy wings fluttered by | L |
| Like the ghost of a daisy dropped out of the sky | L |
| Or a wownded apple blossom in the breeze's controle | B |
| As it cut acrost some orchard to'rds the old swimmin' hole | B |
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| Oh the old swimmin' hole When I last saw the place | M |
| The scenes was all changed like the change in my face | M |
| The bridge of the railroad now crosses the spot | N |
| Whare the old divin' log lays sunk and fergot | N |
| And I stray down the banks whare the trees ust to be | O |
| But never again will theyr shade shelter me | O |
| And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul | B |
| And dive off in my grave like the old swimmin' hole | B |
James Whitcomb Riley
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