Awr Lad. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCBBBBDDEEBBFFGG EEEEGGHHGGIIEEBBJJBB CCKKEEGGKK| Beautiful babby Beautiful lad | A |
| Pride o' thi mother and joy o' thi dad | A |
| Full ov sly tricks an sweet winnin ways | B |
| Two cherry lips whear a smile ivver plays | B |
| Two little een ov heavenly blue | C |
| Wonderinly starin at ivverything new | C |
| Two little cheeks like leaves of a rooas | B |
| An planted between em a wee little nooas | B |
| A chin wi' a dimple 'at tempts one to kiss | B |
| Nivver wor bonnier babby nor this | B |
| Two little hands 'at are seldom at rest | D |
| Except when asleep in thy snug little nest | D |
| Two little feet 'at are kickin all day | E |
| Up an daan in an aght like two kittens at play | E |
| Welcome as dewdrops 'at freshen the flaars | B |
| Soa has thy commin cheered this life ov awrs | B |
| What tha may come to noa mortal can tell | F |
| We hooap an we pray 'at all may be well | F |
| We've other young taistrels one two an three | G |
| But net one ith' bunch is moor welcome nor thee | G |
| Sometimes we are tempted to grummel an freeat | E |
| Becoss we goa short ov what other fowk get | E |
| Poverty sometimes we have as a guest | E |
| But tha needn't fear tha shall share ov the best | E |
| What are fowks' riches to mother an me | G |
| All they have wodn't buy sich a babby as thee | G |
| Aw wor warned i' mi young days 'at weddin browt woe | H |
| 'At labor an worry wod keep a chap low | H |
| 'At love aght o' th' winder wod varry sooin flee | G |
| When poverty coom in at th' door but aw see | G |
| Old fowk an old sayins sometimes miss ther mark | I |
| For love shines aght breetest when all raand is dark | I |
| Ther's monny a nobleman wed an hawf wild | E |
| 'At wod give hawf his fortun to have sich a child | E |
| Then why should we envy his wealth an his lands | B |
| Tho' sarvents attend to obey his commands | B |
| For we have the treasures noa riches can buy | J |
| An aw think we can keep 'em at leeast we can try | J |
| An if it should pleeas Him who orders all things | B |
| To call yo away to rest under His wings | B |
| Tho' to part wod be hard yet this comfort is giv'n | C |
| We shall know 'at awr treasures are safe up i' Heaven | C |
| Whear no moth an noa rust can corrupt or destroy | K |
| Nor thieves can braik in nor troubles annoy | K |
| Blessins on thi wee thing an whativver thi lot | E |
| Tha'rt promised a mansion tho' born in a cot | E |
| What fate is befoor thi noa mortal can see | G |
| But Christ coom to call just sich childer as thee | G |
| An this thowt oft cheers me tho' fortun may fraan | K |
| Tha may yet be a jewel to shine in His craan | K |
John Hartley
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