A Safe Investment Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCC ECECBCBC CCCCCECE FCFCCECE BCBCBGBG CBCBBCBC BEBECECE

Yo fowk 'at's some brass to investA
Luk sharp an mak th' best ov yor chonceB
Aw'll gie yo a tip one o'th' bestA
Whear ther's profit an safety for onceB
Yo needn't be feeard th' bank 'll brustC
Or at onny false 'Jabez' will chaitD
Depend on't its one yo can trustC
For th' balance sheet's sewer to be reightC
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Yo've heeard on it oftimes befooarE
But mooast fowk are apt to forgetC
Yet yo know if yo give to the poorE
At yo're gettin the Lord i' yor debtC
Its as plain as is th' nooas o' yor faceB
An its true too believe it or netC
It's a bargain God made i' this caseB
An He'll nivver back aght on't yo betC
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All th' wealth yo may have can't preventC
Grim Deeath commin to yo some dayC
An yo'll have to give up ivvery centC
When yor time comes for gooin awayC
But yo'll dee wi' a leetsomer heartC
An for what yo leeav care net a strawE
Earth's losses will cause yo noa smartC
If i' Heaven yo've summat to drawE
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Its useless to pray an to praichF
Yo can't fill fowk's bellies wi' wyndC
Put summat to ait i' ther raichF
An then lectur em all yo've a mindC
Ther's poor folk on ivvery handC
Yo can't shut yor ears to ther cryE
A wail ov woe's sweepin throo th' landC
Which may turn to a rooar by an byeE
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Yo can't expect chaps who have wivesB
An childer at's clammin i'th' coldC
To be patient an quiet all ther livesB
When they see others rollin i' goldC
When th' workers are beggin for jobsB
An th' helpless are starvin to deeathG
It's just abaat time some o'th' nobsB
Wor reminded they dooant own all th' eearthG
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If ther duties they still will neglectC
An ther pomps an ther pleasurs pursueB
They may find when they little expectC
'At they've getten thersen in a stewB
Yo may trample a worm wol it turnsB
An ther's danger i' starvin a ratC
A man's passion inflamed wol it burnsB
Is a danger mooar fearful nor thatC
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But why should ther be sich distressB
When ther's plenty for all an to spareE
Sewerly them at luck's blest can't do lessB
Nor to help starvin fowk wi' a shareE
Rich harvests yo'll win from the seedC
When theas welcome words fall on yor earE
What yo did to th' leeast brother i' needC
Yo did unto Me Come in hereE

John Hartley



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