Th' Honest Hard Worker. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDE FGDGGGGG HIDIHJHJ KLDLMHHH NHGHDONO DNDNMPCP HQHRMSHS

It's hard what poor fowk mun put up wi'A
What insults an snubs they've to takB
What bowin an scrapin's expectedC
If a chap's a black coit on his backB
As if clooas made a chap ony betterD
Or riches improved a man's heartE
As if muck in a carriage smell'd sweeterD
Nor th' same muck wod smell in a cartE
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Give me one hard workin an' honestF
Tho' his clooas may be greasy and coorseG
If it's muck 'at's been getten bi laborD
It doesn't mak th' man onny worseG
Awm sick o' thease simpering dandiesG
'At think coss they've getten some brassG
They've a reight to luk daan at th' hard workersG
An' curl up their nooas as they passG
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It's a poor sooart o' life to be leadinH
To be curlin an partin ther hairI
An seekin one's own fun and pleasureD
Nivver thinkin ha others mun fareI
It's all varry weel to be spendinH
Ther time at a hunt or a ballJ
But if th' workers war huntin an doncinH
Whativer wod come on us allJ
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Ther's summat beside fun an frolicK
To live for aw think if we tryL
Th' world owes moor to a honest hard workerD
Nor it does to a rich fly bi skyL
Tho' wealth aw acknowledge is usefulM
An' awve oft felt a want on't misenH
Yet th' world withaat brass could keep movinH
But it wodn't do long withaat menH
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One truth they may put i' ther meershamN
An smoke it that is if they canH
A man may mak hooshuns o' richesG
But riches can ne'er mak a manH
Then give me that honest hard workerD
'At labors throo mornin to neetO
Tho' his rest may be little an seldomN
Yet th' little he gets he finds sweetO
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He may rank wi' his wealthier brotherD
An rank heigher aw fancy nor someN
For a hand 'at's weel hoofed wi' hard laborD
Is a passport to th' world 'at's to comeN
For we know it's a sin to be idleM
As man's days i' this world are but fewP
Then let's all wi' awr lot be contentedC
An continue to toil an to tewP
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For ther's one thing we all may be sure onH
If we each do awr best wol we're hereQ
'At when th' time comes for reckonin we're called onH
We shall have varry little to fearR
An at last when we throw daan awr tackleM
An are biddin farewell to life's stageS
May we hear a voice whisper at partinH
Come on lad Tha's haddled thi wageS

John Hartley



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