Th' New Railrooad. (prose) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D EEDF GGFF HIFF JJFF KLFF GMFF JJFF| Yo've heeard tell abaat th new railrooad aw dar say It's an age o' steeam is this Smook nuisance and boilers brustin are ivery day affairs an' ivery thing an' ivery body seem to be on at full speed Aw wonder 'at noabdy invents a man wi a drivin pulley at his back soa's they could speed him up as they do a loom to soa mony picks a minit th' chap 'at get's a patent for that ul mak a fortune | A |
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| But after all they dooant seem in a varry gurt hurry abaat th' new railroad but we mun remember Rome wor'nt built in a day nor a neet nawther an' soa we mun have patience They've nobbut been agate two or three year an' although it's hardly likely at' we shall live to see it finished happen somedy else will an' that's a comfort But bi what aw hear ther's some fowk at Ovenden fancy it'll be finished befoor soa varry long an' they've started what they call a railway trainin class to taich some oth' young chaps to be railway porters soa's they'll be ready when th' time comes They meet in a cottage haase twice a wick to practice an' they say they're gettin on furst rate Ther's owd Billy 'at wor once a firer up for a veal pie shop an' he's th' president an he's getten th' asthma soa bad wol if he sturs he puffs war nor a broken winded horse soa they call him puffin Billy When they're practisin' they stand o'th' side o'th' oven door i' ther turns an' when Billy whistles one on 'em oppens it an' shaats aght Change here for Bradford Beck Halifax Hull and t'other shops then he bangs it too ageean an shaats All reight an another comes an' does th' same When they began at th' furst they borrowed a Tom cat o' th' old woman an' used to put it i' th' oven for a passenger but one o'th' chaps wor soa fussy 'at he bang'd th' door too befoor it had getten reight aght an' chopped its tail clean off Niver mind if th' owd woman didn't mak a crack shoo declared shoo'd sue' em for condemnation Billy tell'd her it ud be a Manx cat after that but shoo sooin tell'd him shoo wanted nooan sich lik manx soa they have to tak ther lessons nah withaat passenger Two on 'em 'at's passed ther examination are studdyin nah for ticket collectors an' they promise to mak varry gooid uns When they practise that they call th' haase door th' furst class th' cubbord th' second class an' th' oven door th' third class an' they start at th' haase door furst Gentlemen your tickets please then they goa to th' cubbord door Tickets an' then to th' oven door Nah then luk sharp wi' them tickets | B |
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| But they'd a sad mishap one neet for it seems th' owd woman had been bakin and shoo forgate to mention it soa when th' furst chap gate hold o' th' oven door hannel he burn'd his fingers an' becos tother students lafft he sed they'd done it o' purpose an' it led to a reglar fratch an' he gate into sich a rage 'at he sed he'd swallow one on em if he did'nt hold his din an' it wod'nt be th' furst porter he'd swallow'd nawther Soa th' taicher tell'd him 'at sich like carryin on wor varry unporterish an' if he brake th' rules that way he'd have to be taken before th' inspector But nowt could quieten him till he gate his fingers rubb'd wi sooap an' they gave ovver smartin soa as th' oven door wor hot they had to practice another pairt One on 'em borrowed a wheelbarrow as they could'nt get a luggage lurry an' they had to wheel it up an' daan th' haase floor i' ther turns callin aght By leave An' them 'at could manage to run ovver one o' th' tother's tooas an' goa on as if nowt wor gate one gooid mark but him at could run buzz agean a chap an' fell him wor th' next on th' list for a guard It used to be warm wark boath for him at wor wheelin' an' for tothers but they wor all on 'em bent o' bein' porters soa they tew'd at it detarmined to maister all th' ins an' aghts abaat it Whether all ther trouble will be thrown away or net aw connot tell but ther's one gooid thing it keeps' em aght ov a war turn an' saves th' police a deal o' bother | C |
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| But th' owd fowk dooant like th' idea they see noa use i' bringin sich gurt stinkin things into their district an' they've detarmined to do all they con to stop it when a body's been able to live or year withaat sich like nonsense they see noa reason why they shouldn't be let finish their bit o' time aght quietly Ther wor one young lad went to ax his gronfayther if he mud join th' class an' th' owd chap went varry near into a fit he luk'd at him for a minit an' then he says | D |
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| A'a Johnny a'a Johnny aw'm sooary for thee | E |
| But come thi ways to me an' sit o' mi knee | E |
| For it's shockin' to hearken to th' words 'at tha says | D |
| Ther wor nooan sich like things i' thi gronfayther's days | F |
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| When aw wor a lad lads wor lads tha knows then | G |
| But nahdays they owt to be 'shamed o' thersen | G |
| For they smook an' they drink an' get other bad ways | F |
| Things wor different once i'thi gronfayther's days | F |
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| Aw remember th' furst day aw went coortin' a bit | H |
| An' walked aght thi gronny awst niver forget | I |
| For we blushed wol us faces wor all in a blaze | F |
| It wor nooa sin to blush i' thi gronfayther's days | F |
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| Ther's nooa lasses nah John 'at's fit to be wed | J |
| They've false teeth i' ther maath an' false hair o' ther heead | J |
| They're a make up o' buckram an' waddin' an' stays | F |
| But a lass wor a lass i' thi gronfayther's days | F |
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| At that time a tradesman dealt fairly wi th' poor | K |
| But nah a fair dealer can't keep oppen th' door | L |
| He's a fooil if he fails he's a scamp if he pays | F |
| Ther wor honest men lived i' thi gronfayther's days | F |
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| Ther's chimleys an' factrys i' ivery nook nah | G |
| But ther's varry few left 'at con fodder a caah | M |
| An' ther's telegraff poles all o'th' edge o'th' highways | F |
| Whear grew bonny green trees i' thi gronfayther's days | F |
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| We're teld to be thankful for blessin's 'ats sent | J |
| An' aw hooap 'at tha'll allus be blessed wi content | J |
| Tha mun mak th' best tha con o' this world wol tha stays | F |
| But aw wish tha'd been born i' thi gronfayther's days | F |
John Hartley
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