A Strange Stooary Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABAB CCCDCD BBEFBF GGGGGG FFFHFH FFFIFI JKJFKF FFFGFF GGGLGL GGGGGG GGGGGG FFFEFE GGGFGF FFFMFM GGGAGA EEEFEF MMMEME GGGFGF FFFAFA FFFEE GGGMGM FFFGFGAw know some fowk will call it crime | A |
To put sich stooaries into ryhme | A |
But yet contentedly aw chime | A |
Mi simple ditty | B |
An if it's all a waste o' time | A |
The moor's the pity | B |
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O'er Wibsey Slack aw coom last neet | C |
Wi' reekin heead and weary feet | C |
A strange strange chap aw chonced to meet | C |
He made mi start | D |
But pluckin up aw did him greet | C |
Wi' beatin heart | D |
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His dress wor black as black could be | B |
An th' latest fashion aw could see | B |
But yet they hung soa dawderly | E |
Like suits i' shops | F |
Bi'th' heart yo mud ha putten three | B |
Sich legs i'th' slops | F |
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Says aw Owd trump it's rayther late | G |
For one 'at's dress'd i' sich a state | G |
Across this Slack to mak ther gate | G |
Is ther some pairty | G |
Or does ta allus dress that rate | G |
Black duds o'th' wairty | G |
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He twisted raand as if to see | F |
What sooart o' covy aw could be | F |
An grinned wi' sich a maath at me | F |
It threw me sick | H |
Lor saves aw cried an is it thee | F |
'At's call'd owd Nick | H |
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But when aw luk'd up into th' place | F |
Whear yo'd expect to find a face | F |
A awful craytur met mi gaze | F |
It took mi puff | I |
Gooid chap aw sed please let me pass | F |
Aw've seen enuff | I |
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Then bendin cloise daan to mi ear | J |
He tell'd me 'at aw'd nowt to fear | K |
An soa aw stop't a bit to hear | J |
What things he'd ax | F |
But as he spake his teeth rang clear | K |
Like knick a nacks | F |
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A'a Jack he sed aw'm cap't wi' thee | F |
Net knowin sich a chap as me | F |
For oft when tha's been on a spree | F |
Aw've been thear too | G |
But tho' aw've reckon'd safe o' thee | F |
Tha's just edged throo | F |
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Mi name is Deeath tha needn't start | G |
An put thi hand upon thi heart | G |
For tha may see 'at aw've noa dart | G |
Wi' which to strike | L |
Let's sit an tawk afoor we part | G |
O'th edge o'th dyke | L |
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Nay nay that tale wea'nt do owd lad | G |
For Bobby Burns tells me tha had | G |
A scythe hung o'er thi shoulder Gad | G |
Tha worn't dress'd | G |
I' fine black clooath tha wore a plad | G |
Across thi breast | G |
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Well Jack he said thar't capt no daat | G |
To find me wanderin abaght | G |
But th' fact is lad 'at aw'm withaat | G |
A job to do | G |
Mi scythe aw've had to put up th' spaat | G |
Mi arrows too | G |
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Yo dunnot mean to tell to me | F |
'At fowk noa moor will ha to dee | F |
Noa hark a minnit an tha'll see | F |
When th' truth aw tell | E |
Fowk do withaat mi darts an me | F |
Thev kill thersel | E |
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They do it too at sich a rate | G |
Wol mi owd system's aght o' date | G |
What we call folly they call fate | G |
An all ther pleasur | F |
Is ha to bring ther life's estate | G |
To th' shortest measur | F |
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They waste ther time an waste ther gains | F |
O' stuff 'at's brew'd throo poisoned grains | F |
Throo morn to neet they keep ther brains | F |
For ivver swimmin | M |
An if a bit o' sense remains | F |
It's fun i'th wimmen | M |
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Tha'll find noa doctors wi ther craft | G |
Nor yet misen wi' scythe or shaft | G |
E'er made as monny deead or daft | G |
As Gin an Rum | A |
An if aw've warn'd fowk then they've lafft | G |
At me bi gum | A |
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But if they thus goa on to swill | E |
They'll not want Wilfrid Lawson's bill | E |
For give a druffen chap his fill | E |
An sooin off pops he | F |
An teetotal fowk moor surely still | E |
Will dee wi' th' dropsy | F |
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It's a queer thing 'at sich a nation | M |
Can't use a bit o' moderation | M |
But one lot rush to ther damnation | M |
Throo love o'th' bottle | E |
Wol others think to win salvation | M |
Wi' bein teetotal | E |
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Wi' booany neive he stroked mi heead | G |
Tak my advice young chap he sed | G |
Let liquors be sup ale asteead | G |
An tha'll be better | F |
An dunnot treat th' advice tha's heard | G |
Like a deead letter | F |
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Why Deeath aw sed fowk allus say | F |
Yo come to fotch us chaps away | F |
But this seems strange soa tell me pray | F |
Ha wor't yo coom | A |
Wor it to tell us keep away | F |
Yo hav'nt room | A |
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Stop whear tha art Jack if tha dar | F |
But tha'll find spirits worse bi far | F |
Sarved aght i' monny a public bar | F |
'At's thowt quite lawful | E |
Nor what tha'll find i'th' places parsons call soa awful | E |
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Gooid bye he sed an off he shot | G |
Leavin behind him sich a lot | G |
O' smook as blue as it wor hot | G |
It set me stewin | M |
Soa hooam aw cut an' gate a pot | G |
Ov us own brewin | M |
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If when yo've read this stooary throo | F |
Yo daat if it's exactly true | F |
Yo'll nobbut do as others do | F |
Yo may depend on't | G |
Blow me aw ommost daat it too | F |
So thear's an end on't | G |
John Hartley
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