Mi Fayther's Pipe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH ICICIJIJ KLMLFLFL JFJFLELE CNCNLCLC IIIIFIFI| Aw've a treasure yo'd laff if yo saw | A |
| But its mem'ries are dear to mi heart | B |
| For aw've oft seen it stuck in a jaw | A |
| Whear it seem'd to form ommost a part | B |
| Its net worth a hawpny aw know | C |
| But its given mooar pleasure maybe | D |
| Nor some things at mak far mooar show | C |
| An yo can't guess its vally to me | D |
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| Mi fayther wor fond ov his pipe | E |
| An this wor his favorite clay | F |
| An if mi ideas wor ripe | E |
| Awd enshrine it ith' folds ov a lay | F |
| But words allus fail to express | G |
| What aw think when aw see its old face | H |
| For aw know th' world holds one friend the less | G |
| An mi hearth has one mooar vacant place | H |
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| Ov trubbles his life had its share | I |
| But he kept all his griefs to hissen | C |
| Tho aw've oft seen his brow knit wi care | I |
| Wol he tried to crack jooaks nah an then | C |
| But one comfort he'd ivver i' stooar | I |
| An he'd creep to his favorite nook | J |
| An seizin his old pipe once mooar | I |
| All his trubbles would vanish i' smook | J |
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| If his fare should be roughish or scant | K |
| He nivver repined at his lot | L |
| He seem'd to have all he could want | M |
| If he knew he'd some bacca ith' pot | L |
| An he'd fill up this little black clay | F |
| An as th' reek curled away o'er his heead | L |
| Ivvery trace ov his sorrow gave way | F |
| An a smile used to dwell thear asteead | L |
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| He grew waiker as years rolled along | J |
| An his e'eseet an hearin gave way | F |
| An his limbs at had once been soa strong | J |
| Grew shakier day after day | F |
| Yet his heart nivver seem'd to grow old | L |
| Tho life's harvest had long been past ripe | E |
| For his ailments wor allus consoled | L |
| When he'd getten a whiff ov his pipe | E |
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| Aw'll keep it as long as aw can | C |
| For its all aw've been able to save | N |
| To bind mi heart still to th' old man | C |
| At's moulderin away in his grave | N |
| He'd noa strikin virtues to booast | L |
| Noa vices for th' world to condemn | C |
| To be upright an honest an just | L |
| In his lifetime he ne'er forgate them | C |
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| As a fayther kind patient and true | I |
| His mem'ry will allus be dear | I |
| For he acted soa far as he knew | I |
| For th' best to all th' fowk he coom near | I |
| An aw ne'er see this blackened old clay | F |
| But aw find mi een dimmed wi a tear | I |
| An aw ne'er put th' old relic away | F |
| But aw wish mi old fayther wor here | I |
John Hartley
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