Its True Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCBDB EBEB FGFGHBHB G IJIJKBLB G BBBBMBMB G NJNJOBOB HBHB| Ther's things i'plenty aw despise | A |
| False pride an wild ambition | B |
| Tho' ivvery man should strive to rise | A |
| An better his condition | B |
| Aw hate a meean an grovlin soul | C |
| I' breast ov peer or ploughman | B |
| But what aw hate the mooast ov all | D |
| Is th' chap 'at strikes a woman | B |
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| For let ther faults be what they may | E |
| He proves 'at he's a low man | B |
| Who lifts his hand bi neet or day | E |
| An strikes a helpless woman | B |
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| Ther taunts may oft be hard to bide | F |
| Ther tempers may be fiery | G |
| But passions even dwell inside | F |
| The convent an the priory | G |
| An all should think where'er we dwell | H |
| Greek Saxon Gaul or Roman | B |
| We're net sich perfect things ussel | H |
| As to despise a woman | B |
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| For let ther faults c | G |
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| It's true old Eve first made a slip | I |
| An fill'd this world wi' bother | J |
| But Adam had to bite his lip | I |
| He couldn't get another | J |
| An tho' at th' present day they swarm | K |
| That chap proves his own foeman | B |
| Who doesn't tak his strong reight arm | L |
| An twine it raand a woman | B |
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| For let ther faults c | G |
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| A chap may booast he's number one | B |
| An lord it o'er creation | B |
| May spaat an praich but when he's done | B |
| He'll find his proper station | B |
| He may be fast when at his best | M |
| But age maks him a slow man | B |
| An as he sinks he's fain to rest | M |
| On some kind hearted woman | B |
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| For let ther faults c | G |
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| Aw wodn't gie a pinch o' salt | N |
| For that cold hearted duffer | J |
| Who glories o'er a woman's fault | N |
| An helps to mak her suffer | J |
| Ther's net a cock e'er flapt a wing | O |
| 'At had th' same reight to crow man | B |
| As th' chap who wi' a weddin ring | O |
| Has made a happy woman | B |
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| Then let ther faults be what they will | H |
| Ther net for me to show man | B |
| But if yo seek for comfort still | H |
| Yo'll find it in a woman | B |
John Hartley
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