The Wood-cutter's Night Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDED FGFH IJIJ KELE MNMN DODO PQPQ ABAB CDED| Welcome red and roundy sun | A |
| Dropping lowly in the west | B |
| Now my hard day's work is done | A |
| I'm as happy as the best | B |
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| Joyful are the thoughts of home | C |
| Now I'm ready for my chair | D |
| So till morrow morning's come | E |
| Bill and mittens lie ye there | D |
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| Though to leave your pretty song | F |
| Little birds it gives me pain | G |
| Yet to morrow is not long | F |
| Then I'm with you all again | H |
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| If I stop and stand about | I |
| Well I know how things will be | J |
| Judy will be looking out | I |
| Every now and then for me | J |
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| So fare ye well and hold your tongues | K |
| Sing no more until I come | E |
| They're not worthy of your songs | L |
| That never care to drop a crumb | E |
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| All day long I love the oaks | M |
| But at nights yon little cot | N |
| Where I see the chimney smokes | M |
| Is by far the prettiest spot | N |
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| Wife and children all are there | D |
| To revive with pleasant looks | O |
| Table ready set and chair | D |
| Supper hanging on the hooks | O |
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| Soon as ever I get in | P |
| When my faggot down I fling | Q |
| Little prattlers they begin | P |
| Teasing me to talk and sing | Q |
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| Welcome red and roundy sun | A |
| Dropping lowly in the west | B |
| Now my hard day's work is done | A |
| I'm as happy as the best | B |
| - | |
| Joyful are the thoughts of home | C |
| Now I'm ready for my chair | D |
| So till morrow morning's come | E |
| Bill and mittens lie ye there | D |
John Clare
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