Billy Bumble's Bargain Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABABCB DEBEDEAE DBBBABFB AGDGHHIG JKBKBKBK BLALALLL MBDBDBBB BHBBBBMB BNBNBNON BDLDADPD BQBQLQBQ RBHBBBQB HBBBBBNB DDSDHDBD DTBTBTBT BQBQDDRD HDADBNAN N BDUDDLBL

Young Billy Bumble bowt a pigA
Soa aw've heeard th' neighbors sayB
An monny a mile he had to trigA
One sweltin' summer dayB
But Billy didn't care a figA
He sed he'd mak it payB
He knew it wor a bargainC
An he cared net who said nayB
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He browt it hooam to Ploo Croft loinD
But what wor his surpriseE
To find all th' neighbors standing aghtB
We oppen maaths an eyesE
By gow sed Billy to hissenD
This pig must be a prizeE
An th' wimmen cried Gooid gracious fowkA
But isn't it a sizeE
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Then th' chaps sed Billy where's ta beenD
Whativver has ta browtB
That surely isn't crayture ladB
Aw heeard 'em say tha'd bowtB
It luks moor like a donkeyA
Does ta think 'at it con rawtB
But Billy crack'd his carter's whipF
An answered 'em wi' nowtB
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An reight enuff it wor a pigA
If all they say is trueG
Its length wor five foot eight or nineD
Its height wor four foot twoG
An when it coom to th' pig hoil doorH
He couldn't get it throoH
Unless it went daan ov its kneesI
An that it wodn't doG
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Then Billy's mother coom to helpJ
An hit it wi' a mopK
But thear it wor an thear it seem'dB
Detarmined it 'ud stopK
But all at once it gave a gruntB
An oppen'd sich a shopK
An finding aght 'at it wor lick'dB
It laup'd cleean ovver th' topK
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His mother then shoo shook her heeadB
An pool'd a woeful faceL
William shoo sed tha should'nt bringA
Sich things as theas to th' placeL
Aw hooap tha art'nt gooin to sinkA
Thi mother i' disgraceL
But if tha buys sich things as theaseL
Aw'm feared it will be th' caseL
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Nah mother nivver freat sed BillM
Its one aw'm gooin to feedB
Its rayther long i'th' legs aw knowD
But that's becoss o'th' breedB
If its a trifle long i'th' grooinD
Why hang it nivver heedB
Aw know its net a beautyB
But its cheap it is indeedB
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Well time 'ul try his mother sedB
An time at last did tryH
For nivver sich a hungry beeastB
Had been fed in a styB
What's th' weight o'th' long legged pig BillyB
Wor th' neighbors' daily cryB
Aw connot tell yo yet sed BillM
Aw'll weigh it bye an byeB
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An hard poor Billy perseveredB
But all to noa availN
It swallow'd all th' mait it could getB
An wod ha swallow'd th' pailN
But Billy tuk gooid care to standB
O'th' tother side o'th' railN
But fat it didn't gain as michO
As what 'ud greeas its tailN
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Pack after pack o' mail he bowtB
Until he'd bowt fourteenD
But net a bit o' differenceL
I'th' pig wor to be seenD
Its legs an snowt wor just as longA
As ivver they had beenD
Poor Billy caanted rib bi ribP
An heaved a sigh betweenD
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One day he mix'd a double feedB
An put it into th' troffQ
Tha greedy lukkin beeast he sedB
Aw'll awther stawl thee offQ
Or else aw'll brust thi hide that isL
Unless 'at its to toffQ
An then he left it wol he wentB
His mucky clooas to doffQ
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It worn't long befoor he coomR
To see hah matters stoodB
He luk'd at th' troff an thear it worH
Five simple bits o' woodB
As cleean scraped aght as if it hadB
Ne'er held a bit o' foodB
Tha slotch sed Bill aw do believeQ
Tha'd ait me if tha couldB
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Next day he browt a butcherH
For his patience had been triedB
An wi a varry deeal to doB
Its legs wi' rooap they tiedB
An then his shinin knife he drewB
An stuck it in its sideB
It mud ha been a crockadileN
Bi th' thickness ov its hideB
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But blooid began to flow an thenD
Its long legg'd race wor runD
They scalded scraped an hung it upS
An when it all wor doneD
Fowk coom to guess what weight it worH
An monny a bit o' funD
They had for Billy's mother sedB
It ought to weigh a tonD
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Billy wor walkin up an daanD
Dooin nowt but fume an fidgeT
He luk'd at th' pig then daan he setB
I'th nook o'th' window ledgeT
He saw th' back booan wor stickin aghtB
Like th' thin end ov a wedgeT
It luk'd like an owd blanketB
Hung ovver th' winterhedgeT
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His mother rooar'd an th' wimmen sigh'dB
But th' chaps did nowt but laffQ
Poor Billy he could hardly bideB
To sit an hear ther chaffQ
Then up he jumped an off he runD
But whear fowk nivver knewD
An what wor th' war'st when mornin coomR
Th' deead pig had mizzled tooD
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Th' chaps wander'd th' country far an nearH
Until they stall'd thersenD
But nawther Billy nor his pigA
Coom hooam agean sin thenD
But oft fowk say i'th' deead o'th' neetB
Near Shibden's ruined millN
The gooast o' Billy an his pigA
May be seen runnin stillN
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MORALN
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Yo fowk 'at's tempted to goa buyB
Be careful what yo doD
Dooant be persuaded 'coss it's cheapU
For if yo do yo'll rueD
Dooant think its lowerin to yor senD
To ax a friend's adviceL
Else like poor Billy's pig 't may beB
Bowt dear at onny priceL

John Hartley



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