Holinworth Lake (prose) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B| Th' mooast remarkable thing 'at aw' con recollect abaat this time last year wor a trip to Hollinworth Lake Ther'd been a collection made at the Longloin Sunday Schooil for a new gas meeter an after they'd getten th' brass they bethought 'em 'at th' old en could be made do an' soa th' taichers agreed to have a trip wi' th' funds They argued a gooid deeal abaat ha to spend it an' at last it wor decided they should walk all th' rooad an' spend it as they went on They started aat at four o'clock one Setterday mornin' i' furst rate fettle Ther wor six men an' seven women but as th' superintendent wor as big as two they considered thersen weel paired They trudged nicely on till they gate to Bolton Brow an' then two or three began to feel faint an' Swallow that's th' superintendent's name propooased 'at they should have a drop o' drink to revive 'em Noabdy had owt to say agean that soa as th' public haase wor just oppened one on 'em went in an' browt aat a quart pitcher full an' handed it to Swallow to sup th' furst An' he did sup for when he left lause ther wor nowt left but th' froth on his upper lip to tell at ther'd iver bin ony Well said Lijah aw've heeared swallows called burds of passage but if they'd all a passage like thee they'd sup th' sea dry Tha sees Lijah he said awm unfortunate for aw've a thirst on me 'at aw cannot quench an' aw darn't sup watter for fear o' havin' th' dropsy All th' women agreed' at he wor reight an' soa after another quart amang em they went on | A |
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| What wi' laffin an' talkin ' an' smookin they gate to Blackstone Edge Moor an' some of the women thowt it time for a rest soa Swallow stop'd all at once an' said Do yo all see that stooan post 'at's standin' thear That's the stooan at devides Yorksher an' Lankysher an' aw think this a 'varry fit time to say a few words woll yo ease yor legs a bit Soa up he climb'd onto th' pooast an' began praichin away an' kept at it woll they wor all hauf pined to deeath At last Lijah said Hang it up ha long are ta baan to talk aw wonder thi conscience doesn't prick thee Prick me he said Aw defy owt to prick me when awm laborin' for a gooid cause Just then he ovver balanced hissel an' fell slap into th' middle ov a whin bush but he wor up in a crack an' one o' th' lasses said if his conscience hadn't getten prick'd summat else had an' they went forrard but Swallow kept his hand under his coit lap for a mile or two They gate to th' lake at last an' after enjayin' what they call th' seea breeze they started off to see some o' th' places ov interest One o' th' furst they steer'd to wor th' birthplace o' Tim Bobbin An' who wor Tim Bobbin said one o' th' lasses This puzzled 'em for ther worn't one i'th' lot 'at knew but one o' th' chaps said he thowt if he worn't mistakken he war th' inventor o' th' spinnin' mule Th' superintendent said that wor varry likely for he'd oft nooatised when readin' history books 'at chaps gate ther names throo summat they'd done an' soa varry likely he gate called Tim Bobbin for that reason After that they went back an' had a ride in a booat an' as nooan on em knew ha to row th' watter were varry sooin ankle deep inside some on 'em began to grummel at this Oh niver heed said Swallow yo'll niver catch cold wi' salt watter It worn't long afoor they wanted ther tea soa they went into th' haase an' ordered a gooid feed Aw've heeard cunjurors say Quick Jack fly when they've been puttin' summat aat o'th' seet but ther worn't time to say that wi' them for th' breead and butter went like leetnin' One plate full after another kept comin' in till at last th' mistress said Aw think yo must ha' been hungry E'ea it's change o' climate 'at does it they said Soa shoo browt in a fresh lot but it made noa difference away it went after tother Do yo' know shoo says when shoo coom in agean at yo've etten two pund o' breead apiece Why what's two pund when its cut thin they said An' at it they went agean When they couldn't find room for ony moor they paid ther shot an' started off hooam whear they landed safely Th' next Sunday neet when th' gas wor lit at schooil iverybody wor capt to see what an' improvement th' new meter wor Soa after passin' a vote o' thanks to th' superintendent an' th' taichers for th' trouble they' been put to th' matter dropt | B |
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