Th' Traitle Sop Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEAE FGHG IJKJ LEME JNJN OAPA QRSR SJTJ JAJA CUJU SSVS JWXY AVSV SBSB ZA2SA2 ASSS SB2SB2 GNC2N SUSU D2D2D2D2 D2JSJ E2SSS F2BG2B

Once in a little country taanA
A grocer kept a shopB
And sell'd amang his other thingsC
Prime traitle drink and popB
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Teah coffee currans spenish juiceD
Soft soap an' paader blueE
Presarves an' pickles cinnamonA
Allspice an' pepper tooE
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An' hoasts o' other sooarts o' stuffF
To sell to sich as cameG
As figs an' raisens salt an' spiceH
Too numerous to nameG
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One summer's day a waggon stoodI
Just opposite his doorJ
An' th' childer all gaped raand as ifK
They'd ne'er seen one afoorJ
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An' in it wor a traitle caskL
It wor a wopper tooE
To get it aght they all wor fastM
Which iver way to doE
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But wol they stood an' parley'd thearJ
Th' horse gave a sudden chuckN
An' aght it flew an' bursting threwJ
All th' traitle into th' muckN
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Then th' childer laff'd an' clapp'd their handsO
To them it seem'd rare funA
But th' grocer ommost lost his witsP
When he saw th' traitle runA
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He stamp'd an' raved an' then declaredQ
He wodn't pay a megR
An' th' carter vow'd until he didS
He wodn't stir a pegR
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He said he'd done his business reightS
He'd brought it up to th' doorJ
An' thear it wor an' noa fair chapT
Wod want him to do moorJ
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But wol they stamped an' raved an' sworeJ
An' vented aght ther spleenA
Th' childer wor thrang enough you're sureJ
All plaisterd up to th' eenA
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A neighbor chap saw th' state o' thingsC
An' pitied ther distressU
An' begg'd em not to be soa sourJ
Abaht soa sweet a messU
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An' tha'd be sour th' owd grocer sedS
If th' job wor thine owd ladS
An' somdy wanted thee to payV
For what tha'd niver hadS
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Th' fault isn't mine said th' cart driverJ
My duty's done I hopeW
I've brought him traitle thear it isX
An' he mun sam it upY
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Soa th' neighbor left em to thersenA
He'd nowt noa moor to sayV
But went to guard what ther wor leftS
An' send th' young brood awayV
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This didn't suit th' young lads a bitS
They didn't mean to stopB
They felt detarmin'd that they'd getS
Another traitle sopB
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They tried all ways but th' chap stood firmZ
They couldn't get a lickA2
An' some o'th' boldest gate a tasteS
O'th neighbor's walkin stickA2
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At last one said I know a planA
If we can scheme to do itS
We'll knock one daan bang into th' doltS
An' let him roll reight throo itS
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Agreed agreed they all repliedS
An here comes little JackB2
He's foorced to pass cloise up this sideS
We'll do it in a crackB2
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Poor Jack wor rayther short an' cameG
Just like a suckin duckN
He little dream'd at th' sweets o' lifeC2
Wod ivver be his luckN
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But daan they shoved him an' he roll'dS
Heead first bang into th' messU
An' aght he coom a woeful seetS
As yo may easy guessU
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They marched him off i' famous gleeD2
All stickified an' clammyD2
Then licked him clean an' sent him hooamD2
To get lick'd by his mammyD2
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Then th' cartdriver an th' grocer cameD2
Booath in a dreadful flutterJ
To save some but they came too latS
It all wor lost ith gutterJ
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It towt a lesson to em booathE2
Befoor that job wor endedS
To try at stead o' falling aghtS
If owt went wrang to mend itS
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For wol fowk rave abaht ther lossF2
Some sharper's sure to popB
An' aght o' ther misfortunesG2
They'll contrive to get a sopB

John Hartley



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