Babby Burds Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDAAAAD EEEEFGGHBF IIFFIAAJJI GGFFEBBFFE IIBBEKKJJE BBAAEEEBEE JJAAEEEKKE BEAABEEAAB BBEEAAALLA EEAAAEEEEA| Aw wander'd aght one summer's morn | A |
| Across a meadow newly shorn | A |
| Th' sun wor shinin breet and clear | B |
| An fragrant scents rose up i'th' air | C |
| An all wor still | D |
| When as my steps wor idly rovin | A |
| Aw coom upon a seet soa lovin | A |
| It fill'd mi heart wi' tender feelin | A |
| As daan aw sank beside it kneelin | A |
| O'th' edge o'th' hill | D |
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| It wor a little skylark's nest | E |
| An two young babby burds undrest | E |
| Wor gapin wi' ther beaks soa wide | E |
| Callin for mammy to provide | E |
| Ther mornin's meal | F |
| An high aboon ther little hooam | G |
| Th' saand o' daddy's warblin coom | G |
| Ringin soa sweetly o' mi ear | H |
| Like breathins throo a purer sphere | B |
| He sang soa weel | F |
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| Ther mammy a few yards away | I |
| Wor hoppin on a bit o' hay | I |
| Too feeard to coom too bold to flee | F |
| An watchin me wi' troubled e'e | F |
| Shoo seem'd to say | I |
| Dooant touch my bonny babs young man | A |
| Ther daddy does the best he can | A |
| To cheer yo with his sweetest song | J |
| An thoase 'll sing as weel ere long | J |
| Soa let 'em stay | I |
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| Tha needn't think aw'd do 'em harm | G |
| Come shelter 'em and keep 'em warm | G |
| For aw've a little nest misel | F |
| An two young babs aw'm praad to tell | F |
| 'At's precious too | E |
| An they've a mammy watching thear | B |
| 'At howds them little ens as dear | B |
| An dearer still if that can be | F |
| Nor what thease youngens are to thee | F |
| Soa come nah do | E |
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| A'a well tha'rt shy tha hops away | I |
| Tha doesn't trust a word aw say | I |
| Tha thinks aw'm here to rob an plunder | B |
| An aw confess aw dunnot wonder | B |
| But tha's noa need | E |
| Aw'll leave yo to yorsels gooid bye | K |
| For nah aw see yor daddy's nigh | K |
| He's dropt that strain soa sweet and strong | J |
| He loves yo better nor his song | J |
| He does indeed | E |
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| Aw walk'd away and sooin mi ear | B |
| Caught up the saand o' warblin clear | B |
| Thinks aw they're happy once agean | A |
| Aw'm glad aw didn't prove so meean | A |
| To rob that nest | E |
| For they're contented wi' ther lot | E |
| Nor envied me mi little cot | E |
| An in this world as we goa throo | B |
| It is'nt mich gooid we can do | E |
| An do awr best | E |
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| Then let us do as little wrong | J |
| To onny as we pass along | J |
| An never seek a joy to gain | A |
| 'At's purchased wi' another's pain | A |
| It isn't reet | E |
| Aw shall goa hooam wi' leeter heart | E |
| To mend awr Johnny's little cart | E |
| He allus finds me wark enuff | K |
| To piecen up his brocken stuff | K |
| For ivvery neet | E |
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| An Sally a'a if yo could see her | B |
| When aw sit daan to get mi teah | E |
| Shoo puts her dolly o' mi knee | A |
| An maks me sing it Hush a bee | A |
| I'th' rocking chear | B |
| Then begs some sugar for it too | E |
| What it can't ait shoo tries to do | E |
| An turnin up her cunnin e'e | A |
| Shoo rubs th' doll maath an says yo see | A |
| It gets its share | B |
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| Sometimes aw'm rayther cross aw fear | B |
| Then starts a little tremblin tear | B |
| 'At like a drop o' glitt'rin dew | E |
| Swimmin within a wild flaar blue | E |
| Falls fro ther e'e | A |
| But as the sun in April shaars | A |
| Revives the little droopin flaars | A |
| A kind word brings ther sweet smile back | L |
| Aw raylee think mi brain ud crack | L |
| If they'd ta dee | A |
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| Then if aw love my bairns soa weel | E |
| May net a skylark's bosom feel | E |
| As mich consarn for th' little things | A |
| 'At snooze i'th' shelter which her wings | A |
| Soa weel affoards | A |
| If fowk wod nobbut bear i' mind | E |
| How mich is gained by bein kind | E |
| Ther's fewer breasts wi' grief ud swell | E |
| An fewer fowk ud thoughtless mell | E |
| Even o'th' burds | A |
John Hartley
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