Progress. (prose) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CCCDCD E FGFH| This is the age of progress and it is not slo progress nawther The worst on it is we're all forced to go on whether we like it or net for if we stand still a minit ther's somedy traidin' ov us heels an' unless we move on they'll walk ovver us an' then when we see them ommost at top o'th' hill we shall find us sen grubbin' i'th' muck at th' bottom A chap mun have his wits abaat him at this day or else he'll sooin' be left behund Ther's some absent minded fowk think they get on varry weel i'th' owd way an' they're quite content but its nobbut becoss they're too absent minded to see ha mich better they mud ha done if they'd wakken'd up a bit sooiner Aw once knew a varry absent minded chap he wur allus dooin' some sooart o' wrang heeaded tricks Aw' remember once we'd booath to sleep i' one bed an aw gate in fust an' when aw luk'd to see if he wor commin' aw'm blow'd if he hadn't put his cloas into bed an hung hissen ovver th' cheer back Awm sure aw connot tell where all this marchin' is likely to lead us to at last but aw hooap we shall be all reight for aw do think ther's plenty o' room to mend even yet but the deuce on it is ' ther's soa monny different notions abaat what is reight wol aw'm flamigaster'd amang it Some say drink is the besetting sin another says 'bacca is man's ruination One says we're all goin' to the devil becoss we goa to church an' another says we'st niver goa to heaven if we goa to th' chapel but aw dooant let ony o' them things bother me 'At ther is a deeal o' sin i'th' world aw dooant deny an' aw think ther is one 'at just bears th' same relation to other sins as a split ring bears to a bunch o' keys it's one 'at all t'other things on an' that's selfishness an we've all sadly too mich o' that We follow that number one doctrine sadly too mich iverybody seems bent o' gettin but ther's varry few think o' givin' unless its advice ther's any on 'em ready enuff to give that but if advice wor stuff 'at they could buy potatoes wi' ther' wodn't be as mich o' that knockin' abaat for nowt as ther' is | A |
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| We're all varry apt to know the messur o' ivrybody's heead but us own we can tell when a cap fits them directly but we con niver tell when ther's one 'at just fits us Miss Parsnip said last Sunday when shoo'd been to th' chapel at shoo wondered ha Mrs Cauliflaar could fashion to hold her heead up for shoo niver heeard a praicher hit onybody harder in all her life An' Mrs Cauliflaar tell'd me 'at if shoo wor Miss Parsnip shoo'd niver put her heead i' that chapel ageean for iverybody knew 'at he meant her' when he wor tawkin' abaat backbitin' An'soa it is we luk at other fowk's faults through th' thin end o' th' spy glass but when we want to look at us own we turn it raand | B |
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| O wad some power the giftie gie us | C |
| To see oursels as others see us | C |
| It wad fra many a blunder free us | C |
| An' foolish notion | D |
| What airs in dress an' g'ait wad lea' us | C |
| An' ev'n devotion | D |
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| Selfishness may do varry weel for this world but we should remember it isn't th gooid one does to hissen 'at he gets rewarded for after it's th' gooid he does to others an' although we may be able to mak' a spreead here wi' fine clooas fine haases an' sich like unless we put selfishness o' one side an' practise charity it'll be noa use then | E |
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| For up above there's one 'at sees | F |
| Through th' heart o' every man | G |
| An' he'll just find thee as tha dees | F |
| Soa dee as well as t' con | H |
John Hartley
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