Peevish Poll Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GHIHCDID DJKJILML DNOGOOPO DODOQRDRSTDT IOIOOUTU OITIITOT TQTQIGIG| Aw've heeard ov Mary Mischief | A |
| An aw've read ov Natterin Nan | B |
| An aw've known a Grumlin Judy | C |
| An a cross grained Sarah Ann | B |
| But wi' all ther faults an failins | D |
| They still seem varry tame | E |
| Compared to one aw'll tell yo on | F |
| But aw dursn't tell her name | E |
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| Aw'll simply call her Peevish Poll | G |
| That name suits to a dot | H |
| But if shoo thowt 'twor meant for her | I |
| Yo bet aw'st get it hot | H |
| Shoo's fat an fair an forty | C |
| An her smile's as sweet as spice | D |
| An her voice is low an tender | I |
| When shoo's tryin to act nice | D |
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| Shoo's lots ov little winnin ways | D |
| 'At fit her like a glove | J |
| An fowk say shoo's allus pleasant | K |
| Just a woman they could love | J |
| But if they nobbut had her | I |
| They'd find aght for a start | L |
| It isn't her wi' th' sweetest smile | M |
| At's getten th' kindest heart | L |
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| Haivver her poor husband lives | D |
| An stands it that licks doll | N |
| Aw'st ha been hung if aw'd been cursed | O |
| Wi' sich a wife as Poll | G |
| Her children three sneak in an aght | O |
| As if they wor hawf deead | O |
| They seem expectin hawf ther time | P |
| A claat o'th' side o'th' heead | O |
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| If they goa aght to laik shoo storms | D |
| Abaat her looanly state | O |
| If they stop in then shoo declares | D |
| They're allus in her gate | O |
| If they should start to sing or tawk | Q |
| Shoo tells 'em hold yor din | R |
| An if they all sit mum shoo says | D |
| It railly is a sin | R |
| To think ha shoo's to sit an mope | S |
| All th' time at they're away | T |
| An when they're hooam they sit like stoops | D |
| Withaat a word to say | T |
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| If feelin cold they creep near th' fire | I |
| They'll varry sooin get floored | O |
| Then shoo'll oppen th' door an winder | I |
| Declarin shoo's fair smoored | O |
| When its soa swelterin an hot | O |
| They can hardly get ther breeath | U |
| Shoo'll pile on coils an shut all cloise | T |
| An sware shoo's starved to deeath | U |
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| Whativver's wrang when they're abaat | O |
| Is their fault for bein thear | I |
| An if owt's wrang when they're away | T |
| It's coss they wornt near | I |
| To keep 'em all i' misery | I |
| Is th' only joy shoo knows | T |
| An then shoo blames her husband | O |
| For bein allus makkin rows | T |
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| Poor chap he's wearin fast away | T |
| He'll leeav us before long | Q |
| A castiron man wod have noa chonce | T |
| Wi' sich a woman's tongue | Q |
| An then shoo'll freeat and sigh an try | I |
| His virtues to extol | G |
| But th' mourner mooast sincere will be | I |
| That chap 'at next weds Poll | G |
John Hartley
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