A Neet At "widup's Rest." Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D E A F G H I IJKJLMNM OPIDFQRQ IESEQIAI A P TITIAUAUIIAVWA IAIAIXIYTTIIYI IIIIAIAIZZYIIY A2 IIIIIAB2AIIII IUIUYUZUA IYIYIIIIA IYIYUIIIA C2ID2IC2IE2IIIII F2 I Y YYYG2UUUG2 G2G2G2G2IIIG2 IIUG2UUUG2 G2G2G2G2IIIG2 Y Z| We've mooast on us at one 'time or another accidentally dropt amang company withaat havin ony idea o' spendin mich time wi' em an' yet we've kept stoppin an' stoppin feelin as happy as con be an' niver thinkin for a minit what a blowin up we should get when we landed hooam An' aw've mony a time thowt 'at a body enjoys a bit ov a doo o' that sooart a deal better nor a grand set affair becoss when a body expects nowt it's hardly likely he'll be disappointed Well it wor one day last winter 'at aw'd walked monny a weary mile an' it wor commin dark when aw called at Widdup's Rest to see if aw could get owt to comfort me old inside for aw wor feelin varry wamley As sooin as th' lonlady saw me shoo ax'd me to step forrads into another raam which aw did an' fan a few chaps set raand a fire fit to rooast a bull an' lukkin varry jolly As sooin as they saw me they made raam for me at th' hob end an' began talkin to me as friendly as if they'd known me all ther life Aw sooin began to feel varry mich at hooam wi' em an' as th' lonlady browt in some basins o' hot stew 'at shoo wodn't be paid for an old trick to get fowk to spend twice as mich another rooad an' as another chap wod pay for all we had to sup an' smook aw thowt aw mud ha gone farther an' fared worse It worn't long befoor some moor coom droppin in ha that happens aw dooant know but aw darsay you'll ha nooaticed it monny a time yorsen 'at if ther's owt stirrin 'at's cheap ther's allus a certain class o' fowk 'at drop in accidentally | A |
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| After a bit we mustered a varry nice pairty ov abaat a dozen an' as iverybody wor tawkin at once we managed to mak a fairish din But at last one o'th' chaps proposed 'at we should have a cheerman an' see if we couldn't conduct business in a moor sensible manner Ivery body sed hear hear an' ov cooarse th' chap 'at wor standin sam wor voated in which seemed to give him mich satisfaction an aw couldn't help thinking 'at he worn't th' furst chap 'at had getten put i' sich a position for his brass an' net his brains | B |
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| After order had been called two or three times bi every body i'th' place th' cheerman stood up an' sed Gentlemen aw feel varry praad to okkipy this cheer an' aw'll do mi best to discharge the duties that disolves upon me at this important crikus an' aw think if ony body wants to order owt they'd better do it at once soas we shalln't have ony interruptions We all shaated hear hear agean an' th' lonlady wor i'th' raam befoor we'd time to ring th' bell When we'd all getten supplied th' cheerman stood up agean an' knockin th' table wi' a empty ale bottle sed silence | C |
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| We ivery one shaated silence an' luk'd daggers at one another for makkin sich a din an' then he went on to say Gentlemen as aw'm a stranger amang yo ov coorse aw dooant know mich abaat yo but aw should be varry mich pleeased if one on yo wod oblige bi singing a song | D |
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| Nah ther's a chonce for thee Cocky sed one | E |
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| Tha knows aw connot sing sed Cocky aw think Ike ud do better nor me | A |
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| Nay aw can sing nooan sed Ike aw niver sang owt i' mi life but' Rock a boo babby ' an' it's soa long sin aw've forgetten that but ther's old Mosslump thear happen he'll give us one we all know he can sing Dooant thee pitch onto me sed Mosslump it'll be time enuf for thee to start o' orderin when we mak thi into th' cheerman what can't yo start wi' Standhen for we know he can sing | F |
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| O Standhen they sed we'd forgetten Standhen He can give us a owd Tory touch we know | G |
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| Up jumpt th' cheerman an befoor Standhen had time to spaik he called aght Mr Standhen We're all waitin for thy song an as cheerman o' this assembly aw expect thee to do what tha con to entertain this compny or otherwise aw shall vacate this cheer | H |
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| As all th' glasses wor beginnin to get low they felt this to be an appeal to ther inmost sowl soa they all began perswadin Standhen an' after a deeal to do he promised to try Aw know awst braik daan befoor aw start he sed Nay tha'll have to start furst sed one but we'll excuse thi if tha does if tha tries it'll show willin After coughin once an' suppin twice he shut his e'en an' oppened his maath an' this is what coom aght | I |
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| Thou grand old Church of England | I |
| Though others raise their voice | J |
| And try to stain thy spotless name | K |
| Thou still shall be my choice | J |
| Just as thou art I love thee thus | L |
| And freely I confess | M |
| I'd have thee not one jot the more | N |
| Nor yet one tittle less | M |
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| Those who would rob thee of thy rights | O |
| And urge with specious tongue | P |
| That theft by Act of Parliament | I |
| Can surely not be wrong | D |
| I'd have them leave thy sheltering wing | F |
| And nevermore to dare | Q |
| To stand within thy courts of praise | R |
| Or taint thy house of prayer | Q |
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| Oh dear old Church of England | I |
| That points the way to Heaven | E |
| Amid a sad sad world of sin | S |
| The truly only leaven | E |
| We leave thee to our Father's care | Q |
| Who knows thy needs the best | I |
| Convinced that He by aid of thee | A |
| Will leaven all the rest | I |
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| When he'd finished they all knocked ther glasses on th' table bi way ov applaudin which th' lonlady hearin at once coom in an' ax'd if they wor callin an' as all wor empty shoo luk'd varry hard at th' cheerman an' he nodded as befoor soa shoo gethered up th' empties an' called for Liza to bring in them glasses which wor at once done an' showd a gooid deal o' foreseet on her part i' havin 'em ready | A |
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| When all had getten sarved wi' hot watter an' given ovver crushin sugar th' cheerman announced 'at it wor Mr Standhen's call soa up jumped Standhen an' said he couldn't do better nor call owd Mosslump for a song Some moor applause followed this but they didn't knock th' tables wi' ther glasses this time becoss they wor too full Mosslump stood up wiped his maath wi' th' corners ov his necktie turned up his e'en as if he wor gooin to depart this life i' peace an' in a voice time an' manner peculiarly his own he sung | P |
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| Mistress Moore is Johnny's wife | T |
| An' Johnny is a druffen sot | I |
| He spends th' best portion ov his life | T |
| I'th beershop wi' a pipe an' pot | I |
| At schooil together John an' me | A |
| Set side by side like trusty chums | U |
| An' niver did we disagree | A |
| Till furst we met sweet Lizzy Lumbs | U |
| At John shoo smiled | I |
| An' aw wor riled | I |
| Shoo showed shoo loved him moor nor me | A |
| Her bonny e'en | V |
| Aw've seldom seen | W |
| Sin' that sad day shoo slighted me | A |
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| Aw've heeard fowk say shoo has to want | I |
| For Johnny ofttimes gets o'th spree | A |
| He spends his wages in a rant | I |
| An' leeaves his wife to pine or dee | A |
| An' monny a time aw've ligged i' bed | I |
| An' cursed my fate for bein poor | X |
| An' monny a bitter tear aw've shed | I |
| When thinkin ov sweet Mistress Moore | Y |
| For shoo's mi life | T |
| Is Johnny's wife | T |
| An' tho' to love her isn't reet | I |
| What con aw do | I |
| When all th' neet throo | Y |
| Aw'm dreeamin ov her e'en soa breet | I |
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| Aw'll goa away an' leeave this spot | I |
| For fear 'at we should iver meet | I |
| For if we did as sure as shot | I |
| Awst throw me daan anent her feet | I |
| Aw know shoo'd think aw wor a fooil | A |
| To love a woman when shoo's wed | I |
| But sin' aw saw her furst at schooil | A |
| It's been a wretched life aw've led | I |
| But th' time has come | Z |
| To leeave mi hooam | Z |
| An' th' sea between us sooin shall roar | Y |
| Yet still mi heart | I |
| Will niver part | I |
| Wi' th' image ov sweet Mistress Moore | Y |
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| Long befoor he'd done th' chaps had begun tawkin some abaat politics an some abaat Knursticks an' when he sat daan th' cheerman wor th' only quiet chap i' th' lot an' he wor ommost asleep but Mosslump comforted hissen wi' whisperin to me 'at classical mewsic wor varry little thowt on an' after a sigh a sup a shake ov his head an' another leet for his pipe he sat daan evidently detarmined not to be suited wi' owt i' th' singin way that neet After th' cheerman had wakken'd up two or three called for Cocky an' this time he gate up withaat ony excuses an' although he did rock backards an' forrads like a clock pendlum th' wrang end up yet aw must say he entered life an' soul into what he had to do an' in a voice 'at seemed three times too big for the size ov his carcass he sang | A2 |
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| Lord John and John Lord were both born on a day | I |
| But their fortunes were different quite | I |
| Lord John was decked out in most gorgeous array | I |
| As soon as he first saw the light | I |
| But poor Johnny Lord it's true on my word | I |
| He'd no clothes to step into at all | A |
| He'd no flannel to wrap he'd no nightgown or cap | B2 |
| But was rolled in his poor mother's shawl | A |
| Now it seems very strange yet it's true what I say | I |
| And I hope you're not doubting my word | I |
| And I'll tell what took place in a general way | I |
| With Lord John and with poor Johnny Lord | I |
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| The nurse took Lord John and the doctors stood round | I |
| And examined the child and his clothes | U |
| Whilst a fussy physician with looks most profound | I |
| Wiped his aristocratical nose | U |
| It is I declare most uncommonly fair | Y |
| And its voice oh how sweet when it cries | U |
| It really would seem like the child of a dream | Z |
| Or an angel just dropt from the skies | U |
| Now it seems very strange c | A |
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| Now poor Johnny Lord and his mother were laid | I |
| Both fainting and cold on the straw | Y |
| No doctors would come there unless they were paid | I |
| Or compelled to be there by the law | Y |
| No comforting word heard poor Mistress Lord | I |
| As o'er her babe bending she sat | I |
| And each one who saw it cried with one accord | I |
| What a little detestable brat | I |
| Now it seems very strange c | A |
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| The two babes became men as the years rolled away | I |
| And Lord John sported carriage and pair | Y |
| Whilst poor Johnny Lord working hard for poor pay | I |
| Was content with what fell to his share | Y |
| Lord John went to races to balls and to routs | U |
| And squandered his wealth with the gay | I |
| Till at last came the reaper and sought them both out | I |
| And took Lord John and John Lord away | I |
| Now it seems very strange c | A |
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| Very soon a grand monument stood o'er Lord John | C2 |
| To show where the great man was laid | I |
| But over John Lord was no mark and no stone | D2 |
| It was left as when left by the spade | I |
| But the time yet shall come when John Lord and Lord John | C2 |
| Shall meet in the realms far away | I |
| When the riches and titles of earth are all gone | E2 |
| Then which will be greatest friends say | I |
| Then though it seems strange yet it's true what you've heard | I |
| And a lesson throughout it is cast | I |
| Which should comfort the poor working men like John Lord | I |
| For we all shall be equal at last | I |
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| As sooin as he'd finished quaverin on th' last noat but one ther wor sich a knockin o' glasses an' thump in o' fists wol th' lonlady coom in agean an' th' cheerman felt it his duty to order as befoor which order th' lonlady worn't long i' executin Gooid lad Cocky sed Ike if aw'd a voice like thee aw'd travel Tawk abaat Sims Reeves He niver sang a song like that sin he wor creddled Nah Maister Cheerman keep up th' harmony we're mendin on it aw'm sure 'Gow aw'll have another pipe o' bacca o' th' heead on it' nay raylee aw niver did hear sich a song savin which he sat daan an' hid his astonishment behund a claad o' reek | F2 |
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| Well sed th' cheerman as Ike seems soa anxious aw think he'd better try an' let's see what he con do Hear hear on all sides an' two or three pulled him up whether he wod or net an' after a gooid deal o' sidelin abaat he axed if he mud have his cap on for he could niver sing withaat cap That's to keep th' mewsic throo flyin aght o'th' top ov his heead sed one Order sed th' cheerman if Ike wants his cap on let him have it may be he'll loise th' air withaat it | I |
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| Ike luk'd very solid for a minit an' then he struck a lively tune in a voice abaat as musical as a saw sharpener | Y |
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| Let us have a jolly spree | Y |
| An' wi' joy an' harmonie | Y |
| Let the merry moments flee | Y |
| For mi love's come back | G2 |
| O the days did slowly pass | U |
| When aw'd lost mi little lass | U |
| But nah we'll have a glass | U |
| For mi love's come back | G2 |
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| O shoo left me in a hig | G2 |
| An' shoo didn't care a fig | G2 |
| But nah aw'll donce a jig | G2 |
| For mi love's come back | G2 |
| An' aw know though far away | I |
| 'At her heart neer went astray | I |
| An' awst iver bless the day | I |
| For mi love's come back | G2 |
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| When shoo ax'd me yesterneet | I |
| What made mi heart so leet | I |
| Aw says why can't ta see it's | U |
| 'Coss mi love's come back | G2 |
| Then aw gave her just a kiss | U |
| An' shoo tuk it noan amiss | U |
| An' aw'm feear'd aw'st brust wi' bliss | U |
| For mi love's come back | G2 |
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| Nah aw'm gooin to buy a ring | G2 |
| An' a creddle an' a swing | G2 |
| Ther's noa tellin what may spring | G2 |
| For mi' love's come back | G2 |
| O aw niver thowt befoor | I |
| 'At sich joy could be i' stoor | I |
| But nah aw'l grieve noa moor | I |
| For mi love's come back | G2 |
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| As mud ha been expected they applauded Ike famously but th' cheerman wor hard asleep agean an' it tuk a gooid shakkin to wakken him an' then he didn't seem to be altogether thear an' as sooin as they left him aloan he dropt on agean | Y |
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| Aw think th' cheerman's ommost sewed up sed Ike Net he he's noan sewed up sed Mosslump it's that song o' thine 'at's sent him to sleep who the shames does ta think could keep wakken for sich a song as that aw knew tha'd do it as sooin as aw heeard thi begin Come aw'll sing thee for a quairt any day sed Ike tha fancies coss tha'd once a uncle 'at could sing a bit 'at ther's some mewsic born i' thee but if aw'd a public haase aw wodn't let thee sing in it for a paand for aw'll bet tha'd turn all th' ale saar Tha am't worth tawkin to Ike an' as for thee havin a voice Why tha arn't fit to hawk cockles an' mussels Well an if aw did hawk 'em aw'd tak gooid care aw didn't sell thee ony unless aw gate th' brass befoorhand soa tha can crack that nut Does ta mean to say 'at aw dooant pay mi way aw've moor brass commin in ivery day nor tha can addle in a wick Aw saw it luk'd likely for a row brewin soa aw sed nah chaps we've had a verry nice evening soa far an' aw shouldn't like ony unpleasantness for yo see th' cheerman's had a drop too much an' aw think we owt to try to get him hooam if ony body knows wheear he lives Eea sed one chap 'at had been varry quite all th' neet aw dooant think he'll pay for owt ony moor soa we mud as weel get shut on him Ther's Frank standin' at th' corner sed another aw dar say he'll tak him Who's Frank aw asked O it's a donkey 'at they call Frank sed Ike th' chap 'at bowt him had him kursened Frank i' honor o' Frank Crossley bein made a member o' parliment Varry weel aw sed then let's get him onto it One or two came to give a lift an' wi' a bit o' trouble we gate him aghtside Th' donkey wor thear but as ther wor a gurt milk can o' each side on it aw couldn't see exactly ha to put this chap on O sed Ike he'll ride nicely between' em soa we hoisted him up an' gave th' chap 'at belang'd donkey a shilling to see him safe hooam Off they went at a jog trot an' aw fancy if he'd niver known owt abaat th' can can befoor 'at he'd have a varry lively noation o' what it meant befoor he'd gooan two mile daan th' hill When we'd getten him away some o'th chaps went back into th' haase but aw thowt my wisest plan wor to steer straight for hooam which aw did an' although aw believe my old woman had prepared a dish o' tongue for mi supper as aw went straight to bed an' fell asleep aw'm net exactly sure whether aw gate it or net When aw wakken'd next mornin aw began thinking abaat th' neet befoor an' aw coom to th' conclusion 'at Widdop's Rest might be all varry weel once in a way but if a chap had weary booans he'd be able to rest a deal better in a comfortable bed at hooam | Z |
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