New Machinery &c. (prose) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B| It shows varry little sense for fowk to object to a new machine till they've tried it or to fancy it'll be th' means o' smashin th' trade Luk at th' paaer looms when they I wor started all th' hand loom weyvers struck wark becoss they said it ud do 'em all up an' ther'd be noa wark at all for weyvers in a bit but it hasn't turn'd aat soa for ther's moor weyvers i'th' country to day nor iver ther wor and they addle moor brass an' awm sure they've easier wark For if this country doesn't get new machines other countries will an' when we're left behund hand an' connot meet 'em i'th' market we'st be a deeal war off nor ony new invention can mak us All at's been done soa far has helped to mak us better off They connot mak a machine to think they're forced to stop thear an' aw dooant daat if we'd to live long enuff ther'd be a time when chaps ud ha nowt to do but think but it's to be hoaped 'at they'd have summat else to think abaat nor rattenin' or shooitin' or ruinin' fowk Aw've tawk'd to some abaat it an' they say they're foorced to do sum way to keep wages up but if aw can tell em ha to mak brass goa farther they'll be content to give up th' Union But aw think it goas far enuff what they want is to keep it nearer hooam to let less on it goa to th' ale haase to spend less o' dog feightin' pigeon flyin' an' rat worryin' an' if they'd niver spend owt withaat think in' whether it wor for ther gooid or net they'd find a deal moor brass i'th' drawer corner at th' month end an' varry likely a nice little bit to fall back on i'th' Savings bank at th' year end An a chap stands hauf an inch heigher when he's a bankbook in his pocket an' butchers and grocers varry sooin begin to nod at him an' ax if they can do owt for him But if he goas on th'strap an' happens to be a month behund he's foorced to stand o' one side till iverybody else gets sarved an' then if he doesn't like what's left they tell him to goa leave it It isn't what a chap addles it's what a chap saves 'at makes him rich | A |
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| Sellin' drink has made mony a chap rich an suppin it has made thaasands poor But still aw must honestly say 'at aw cannot agree wi' teetotalism altogether If noa men gate drunken ther'd be noa need for anybody to sign th' pledge an' aw dooant think they goa th' reight way to get fowk to be sober They publish papers but what use is made on em Yo hardly iver see a midden emptied but what yo'll find two or three pieces o'th' British Workman or th' Temperance Advocate flyin' abaat an' they hold meetings an' spend a sight o' brass o' printin' an' praichin' an' still they doant mak one teetotaller 'at ov a thaasand Aw should advise em to try this way Let em offer a prize for him 'at can invent a drink as gooid takin' as ale an' one 'at willn't mak fowk drunk Chaps mun sup summat when they're away throo hooam an it is'nt iverybody's stumach 'at's strong enuff to tak watter unless it's let daan wi summat an' ther is noa teetotal drink invented yet 'at's any better nor Spenish juice watter They're all like pap Coffee an' tea are all weel enuff but if yo want that yo munnot goa to a Temperance Hotel for it Aw'ye tried it monny a scoor times but aw niver gate owt fit to sup an' if it hadn't been for th' drop o' rum aw gate 'em to put into it aw couldn't ha swallowed it Tea an' coffee are things 'at dooant mend wi' warmin up an' yo connot allus wait woll fowk mak it an' soa if yo want to sup yo mun awther goa an' beg a drop o' watter or pay fourpence for a glass o' belly vengeance or yo mun get a glass o' drink but yo've noa need to get a dozzen Teetotallers say it contains poison an' noa daat it does but it's of a varry slow mak an' if yo niver goa to excess yo may live to be a varry owd man an' dee befoor it begins to operate Ther wor once a chap killed hissel wi' aitin traitle parkin but that's noa reason we shouldn't have a bit o' brandy snap at our fair Aw allus think a teetotal lecturer is like a bottle o' pop Ther's a bit ov a crack to 'start wi' an' a gooid deal o' fooamin an' frothin' an' fizzin' but when it's all ovver an' settled daan what's left is varry poor stuff Still aw think one teetotaller is worth moor nor a ship load o' drunkards | B |
John Hartley
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