Tom Grit Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIJKK LLMMNNNNNNOONNNNKKNN NNKK| He'd a breet ruddy face an a laffin e'e | A |
| An his shoolders wer brooad as brooad need be | A |
| For each one he met he'd a sally o' wit | B |
| For a jovjal soul wor this same Tom Grit | B |
| He climb'd up to his waggon's heigh seeat wi' pride | C |
| For he'd bowt a new horse 'at he'd nivver tried | C |
| But he had noa fear for he knew he could drive | D |
| As weel if net better nor th' best man alive | D |
| Soa he sed as he gethered his reins in his hand | E |
| An prepared to start off on a journey he'd planned | E |
| But some 'at stood by shook ther heeads an lukt grave | F |
| For they'd daats ha that mettlesum horse might behave | F |
| It set off wi' a jerk when Tom touched it wi' th' whip | G |
| But his arms they wor strong an like iron his grip | G |
| An he sooin browt it daan to a nice steady gait | H |
| But it tax'd all his skill to mak it run straight | H |
| Two miles o' gooid rooad to the next taan led on | I |
| An ov things like to scare it he knew ther wor none | J |
| Soa he slackened his reins just to give it a spin | K |
| Then he faand 'at he couldn't for th' world hold it in | K |
| It had th' bit in its teeth an its een fairly blazed | L |
| An it plunged an reared madly an then as if crazed | L |
| It dashed along th' rooad like a fury let lawse | M |
| Woll Tom tried his utmost to steady his course | M |
| Wi' the reins raand his hands an feet planted tight | N |
| He strained ivvery muscle but saw wi' affright | N |
| 'At the street o' the taan 'at he'd entered wor fill'd | N |
| Wi' fowk fleein wildly for fear they'd be kill'd | N |
| Let it goa Let it goa they cried aght as it pass'd | N |
| An Tom felt his strength givin way varry fast | N |
| His hands wor nah helpless its mad rush to check | O |
| But he duckt daan his heead an lapt th' reins raand his neck | O |
| That jerk caused the horse to loise hold o' the bit | N |
| An new hooap an new strength seem'd to come to Tom Grit | N |
| An tho' blooid throo his ears an his nooas 'gan to spurt | N |
| Th' horse wor browt to a stand an ther'd nubdy been hurt | N |
| Then chaps went to hold it an help poor Tom daan | K |
| For Tom's wor a favorite face i' that taan | K |
| Tha should ha let goa they all sed an jumpt aght | N |
| Thy life's worth a thaasand sich horses baght daat | N |
| But Tom wiped his face an he sed as he smiled | N |
| I'th' back o' that waggon yo'll find ther's a child | N |
| An aw couldn't goa back to its mother alooan | K |
| For he's all th' lad we have Have yo nooan o' yer own | K |
John Hartley
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