My Polly. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DBBB EFGF BFHI JHCH EBKB FLML| My Polly's varry bonny | A |
| Her een are black an breet | B |
| They shine under her raven locks | C |
| Like stars i'th' dark o'th' neet | B |
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| Her little cheeks are like a peach | D |
| 'At th' sun has woo'd an missed | B |
| Her lips like cherries red an sweet | B |
| Seem moulded to be kissed | B |
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| Her breast is like a drift o' snow | E |
| Her little waist's soa thin | F |
| To clasp it wi' a careless arm | G |
| Wod ommost be a sin | F |
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| Her little hands an tiny feet | B |
| Wod mak yo think shoo'd been | F |
| Browt up wi' little fairy fowk | H |
| To be a fairy queen | I |
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| An when shoo laffs it saands as if | J |
| A little crystal spring | H |
| Wor bubblin up throo silver rocks | C |
| Screened by an angel's wing | H |
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| It saands soa sweet an yet soa low | E |
| One feels it forms a part | B |
| Ov what yo love an yo can hear | K |
| Its echoes in yor heart | B |
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| It isn't likely aw shall win | F |
| An wed soa rich a prize | L |
| But ther's noa tellin what strange things | M |
| Man may do if he tries | L |
John Hartley
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