A Quiet Day. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB ACAC DEDF GHHH IJIJ IHIH HKHK LHLH HILI HHHH AMAM KMKM MMMM AAAN MAMA BABA BKBK MMMM ABAB AIAI BBBBA'a its grand to have th' place to yorsen | A |
To get th' wimmen fowk all aght o'th' way | B |
Mine's all off for a trip up to th' Glen | A |
An aw've th' haase to misen for a day | B |
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If aw'd mi life to spend ovver ageean | A |
Aw'd be bothered wi' nooan o' that mak | C |
What they're gooid for aw nivver could leearn | A |
Except to spooart clooas o' ther back | C |
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Nah aw'll have a quiet pipe just for once | D |
Aw'm soa thankful to think 'at they're shut | E |
An its seldom a chap has a chonce | D |
Whear the dickens has th' matches been put | F |
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Well nah then aw've th' foir to leet | G |
It will'nt tak long will'nt that | H |
An as sooin as its gotten burned breet | H |
Aw'il fry some puttates up i' fat | H |
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Aw know aw'm a stunner to cook | I |
Guys hang it this kinlin's damp | J |
It does nowt but splutter an smook | I |
An this Hue's ov a varry poor stamp | J |
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It's lukkin confaandedly black | I |
Its as dismal an dull as mi hat | H |
Nah Sal leets a foir in a crack | I |
Aw will give her credit for that | H |
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Ther's nowt nicer nor taties when fried | H |
Aw could ait em to ivvery meal | K |
Aw can't get 'em altho' aw've oft tried | H |
Its some trouble aw know varry weel | K |
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Th' foirs aght an it stops aght for me | L |
Aw'il bother noa mooar wi' th' old freet | H |
Next time they set off for a spree | L |
They'st net leeav me th' foir to leet | H |
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Aw dooant care mich for coffee an teah | H |
Aw can do wi' some milk an a cake | I |
An fried taties they ne'er seem to me | L |
Worth th' bother an stink 'at they make | I |
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Whear's th' milk Oh its thear an aw'm blest | H |
That cat has its heead reight i'th' pot | H |
S'cat witta A'a hang it aw've missed | H |
If aw hav'nt aw owt to be shot | H |
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An th' pooaker's flown cleean throo a pane | A |
It wor fooilish to throw it that's true | M |
Them 'at keep sich like cats are insane | A |
For aw ne'er see noa gooid 'at they do | M |
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Aw think aw'il walk aght for a while | K |
But bless us mi shooin isn't blackt | M |
Aw'm net used to be sarved i' this style | K |
An aw think at ther's somdy gooan crackt | M |
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It doesn't show varry mich thowt | M |
When aw'm left wi' all th' haasewark to do | M |
For fowk to set off an do nowt | M |
Net soa mich as to blacken a shoe | M |
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It'll be dinner time nah varry sooin | A |
An ther's beefsteaks i'th' cubbord aw know | A |
But aw can't leet that foir bi nooin | A |
An aw can't ait beefsteak when its raw | N |
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Aw tell'd Sal this morn 'at shoo'd find | M |
A rare appetite up i' that Glen | A |
An aw think if aw dooant change mi mind | M |
Aw shall manage to find one misen | A |
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Aw wor fooilish to send 'em away | B |
But they'll ha to do th' best at they can | A |
But aw'st feel reight uneasy all th' day | B |
Wimmen's net fit to goa baght a man | A |
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They've noa nooation what prices to pay | B |
An they dooant know th' best places to call | K |
Aw'il be bun it'll cost 'em to day | B |
What wod pay my expences an all | K |
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It luks better aw fancy beside | M |
When a chap taks his family raand | M |
Nah suppooas they should goa for a ride | M |
An be pitched ovver th' brig an be draand | M |
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Aw ne'er should feel happy ageean | A |
If owt happen'd when aw wor away | B |
An to leeav 'em i' danger luks meean | A |
Just for th' sake o' mi own quiet day | B |
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Aw could catch th' train at leeavs abaat nooin | A |
E'e gow that'll be a gooid trick | I |
An aw'st get a gooid dinner for gooin | A |
An th' foir can goa to old Nick | I |
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Its a pity to miss mi quiet day | B |
But its better to do that 'at's reight | B |
An it matters nowt what fowk may say | B |
But a chap mun ha summat to ait | B |
John Hartley
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