Buttermilk &c. (prose) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A| May is the month for Buttermilk A doctor once tell'd me it wor worth a guinea a pint he sed it licked cod liver oil castor oil or paraffin oil Castor oil he said war varry gooid for ther bowels cod liver oil for ther liver an' paraffin oil for ther leets whear they'd noa gas but buttermilk wor better nor all three put together an' he ad vised me to tak it Why aw sed what's th' use o' me takkin it when aw dooant ail owt Ther's noa tellin' ha sooin yo may he said an' an it's a varry simple remedy yo'd better tak it whether yo do or net Reight enuff aw sed simple things sometimes do th' best Aw once knew a woman 'at had been confined to her bed for twelve year an' her husband cured her in a minit after all th' doctors at th' infirmary had gien her up Th' doctor pricked his ears when aw sed soa an' wanted to know all abaat it soa aw at it an' tell'd him Sally an' her husband lived at th' Arred Well but he oft used to goa as far as th' Coit Hill ova neet to have a pint an' enjoy an haar or two i' company an' when he gate haoam he used to catch it an' finely too aw con assure yo for altho shood ligg'd i' bed soa long shoo had'nt lost th' use ov her tongue an' her felly said 'at shoo hadn't lost th' use ov her teeth nawther for shoo could ait as weel as iver shoo could One neet as he wor gooin hooam he bethowt him he'd try a bit ov a dodge on for although he felt varry sooary for his wife yet he could'nt help thinkin' it wor partly consait at shoo'd suffer'd throo soa when he gate in shoo began a blowin' into him i' fine style 'Th' owd time lad It shows what tha cares for me Aw hav'nt had a wick soul to spaik to sin tha went aat but it's all one to thee Tha'll come hooam some time an' find me ligg'd deead an' then tha can spree abaat throo morm to neet ' 'Nay lass aw dooant think aw should spree abaat any moor nor aw do nah But who does ta think aw met to neet ' he said 'Ah know nowt abaat it nor care nawther ' 'Why but as aw war comin' up bith' Brayvet Gate aw met Betty Earnshaw an' soa aw went gaiterds wi her a bit an' that's reason aw'm soa lat ' 'Oh tha mud weel be lat Shoo war an' owd sweetheart o' thine wor Betty ' 'Eea shoo war axin me ha tha wor gettin' on shoo seems vany sooary for thi ' 'Sooary be hanged aw want nooan ov her sooarys If shoo could nobbut get me aat o' th' gate shoo'd be all reight Did shoo ax when tha thowt tha'd be at liberty ' 'Nay shoo did'nt but shoo did say at shoo thowt tha lasted long but shoo pitied thee an' me ' 'Pitied thee did shoo An' what did shoo pity thi for aw should like to know Shoo happen thowt shoo could do better for thee nor what aw've done but if shoo wor as badly as me shood know summat 'Eea but shoo isn't for aw nivver saw her luk better i' mi life an' shoo talks abaat commin' i'th' morn in' to clean up for thi a bit aw sed tha'd be fain to see her an' tha sees if owt should happen thee shadd be getten into th' way a bit an' begin to feel moor used to th' haase ' 'Niver wol my heart's warm Tom Aw'll niver have sich a huzzy i'th' haase wheal' aw am aw'm nooan done wi yet aw'll live a bit longer to plague yo wi' an' as for cleanin' aw'll crawl abaat o' mi hands an' knees afoor shoo shall do owt for me Yo think aw'm poorly an' soa aw'm to be trodden on but aw'll let yo see awm worth a dozen deead uns yet nasty owd ponse as shoo is An' as sure as yor thear Doctor shoo gate up th' next morn in' an' kinneld th' fair an' when Tom coom hoam to his braikfast all wor ready an' shoo wor set daan at th' table wi a clean cap on an' lukkin as smart as smart could be When th' chap saw this he said Lass aw think aw'd better send Betty backward Eea aw think tha had shoo sed an' th'a can send her word throo me 'at aw may live to donee on her gravestooan yet Tom bafs in his sleeve a bit sometimes an' if iver one ov her owd fits seems likely ta come on he's nowt to do but say a word or two abaat Betty an' shoo's reight in a minnit That licks buttermilk Doctor | A |
John Hartley
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