Nobody Cometh To Woo Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCBC BDBDBCBC BEBEFCFF GFGFFHFH FIJIKBKL KMKMBCBC| On Martinmas eve the dogs did bark | A |
| And I opened the window to see | B |
| When every maiden went by with her spark | A |
| But neer a one came to me | B |
| And O dear what will become of me | B |
| And O dear what shall I do | C |
| When nobody whispers to marry me | B |
| Nobody cometh to woo | C |
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| None's born for such troubles as I be | B |
| If the sun wakens first in the morn | D |
| 'Lazy hussy' my parents both call me | B |
| And I must abide by their scorn | D |
| For nobody cometh to marry me | B |
| Nobody cometh to woo | C |
| So here in distress must I tarry me | B |
| What can a poor maiden do | C |
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| If I sigh through the window when Jerry | B |
| The ploughman goes by I grow bold | E |
| And if I'm disposed to be merry | B |
| My parents do nothing but scold | E |
| And Jerry the clown and no other | F |
| Eer cometh to marry or woo | C |
| They think me the moral of mother | F |
| And judge me a terrible shrew | F |
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| For mother she hateth all fellows | G |
| And spinning's my father's desire | F |
| While the old cat growls bass with the bellows | G |
| If eer I hitch up to the fire | F |
| I make the whole house out of humour | F |
| I wish nothing else but to please | H |
| Would fortune but bring a new comer | F |
| To marry and make me at ease | H |
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| When I've nothing my leisure to hinder | F |
| I scarce get as far as the eaves | I |
| Her head's instant out of the window | J |
| Calling out like a press after thieves | I |
| The young men all fall to remarking | K |
| And laugh till they're weary to see't | B |
| While the dogs at the noise begin barking | K |
| And I slink in with shame from the street | L |
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| My mother's aye jealous of loving | K |
| My father's aye jealous of play | M |
| So what with them both there's no moving | K |
| I'm in durance for life and a day | M |
| O who shall I get for to marry me | B |
| Who will have pity to woo | C |
| Tis death any longer to tarry me | B |
| And what shall a poor maiden do | C |
John Clare
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