Uncle Ben. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBBCB DBDBEBEB BBBBFBBB AABADBDB GHGIAGAG GGGGAGDGA gradely chap wor uncle Ben | A |
As ivver lived i'th' fowd | B |
He made a fortun for hissen | A |
An lived on't when he'r owd | B |
His yed wor like a snow drift | B |
An his face wor red an breet | B |
An his heart wor like a feather | C |
For he did the thing 'at's reet | B |
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He wore th' same suit o' fustian clooas | D |
He'd worn sin aw wor bred | B |
An th' same owd booits wi' cappel'd tooas | D |
An th' same hat for his yed | B |
His cot wor lowly yet he'd sing | E |
Throo braik o' day till neet | B |
His conscience nivver felt a sting | E |
For he did the thing 'at's reet | B |
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He wod'nt swap his humble state | B |
Wi' th' grandest fowk i'th' land | B |
He nivver wanted silver plate | B |
Nor owt 'at's rich an grand | B |
He did'nt sleep wi' curtained silk | F |
Drawn raand him ov a neet | B |
But he slept noa war for th' want o' that | B |
For he'd done the thing 'at's reet | B |
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Owd fowk called him awr Benny | A |
Young fowk mi uncle Ben | A |
An th' childer gronfather or dad | B |
Or what best pleased thersen | A |
A gleam o' joy coom o'er his face | D |
When he heeard ther patterin feet | B |
For he loved to laik wi th' little bairns | D |
An he did the thing 'at's reet | B |
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He nivver turned poor fowk away | G |
Uncared for throo his door | H |
He ne'er forgate ther wor a day | G |
When he hissen wor poor | I |
An monny a face has turned to Heaven | A |
All glistenin wi' weet | G |
An prayed for blessins on owd Ben | A |
For he did the thing 'at's reet | G |
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He knew his lease wor ommost spent | G |
He'd sooin be called away | G |
Yet he wor happy an content | G |
An waited th' comin day | G |
But one dark neet he shut his e'en | A |
An slept soa calm an sweet | G |
When mornin coom th' world held one less | D |
'At did the thing 'at's reet | G |
John Hartley
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