What It Comes To. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFEF GCGC HIJK CLCC MCMC NONO PNPN MEME| Young Alick gate wed as all gradely chaps do | A |
| An tuk Sally for better or war | B |
| A daycenter felly ne'er foller'd a ploo | C |
| Th' best lad ov his mother's bi far | D |
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| An shoo wor as nice a young lass as yo'll see | E |
| In a day's march aw'll wager mi hat | F |
| But yo know unless fowk's dispositions agree | E |
| Tho' they're bonny noa matter for that | F |
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| They'd better bi hawf have a hump o' ther rig | G |
| Or be favvor'd as ill as old Flew | C |
| If ther temper is sweet chaps 'll net care a fig | G |
| Tho' his wife may have one ee or two | C |
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| Young Sally had nivver been used to a farm | H |
| An shoo seem'd to know nowt abaat wark | I |
| Shoo set wi' her tooas up o'th' fender to warm | J |
| Readin novels throo mornin to dark | K |
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| Alick saw 'at sich like gooins on wod'nt do | C |
| Soa one neet when they'd getten to bed | L |
| He tell'd her he thowt shoo'd best buckle too | C |
| Or else we'st be ruined he sed | C |
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| Says Sally its cappin to hear thi awm sewer | M |
| For tha tell'd me befooar we wor wed | C |
| Tha'd be happy wi me an tha wanted nowt mooar | M |
| If aw nivver stirred aght o' mi bed | C |
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| Tha sed aw wor bonny an th' leets o' mi een | N |
| Wor enuff for thi sunshine throo life | O |
| An tha tell'd me tha wanted to mak me a queen | N |
| But it seems 'at tha wanted a wife | O |
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| Aw'm willin to own love's all reight in its way | P |
| An aw'm glad aw've discovered soa sooin | N |
| 'At love withaat labor sooin dwindles away | P |
| For fowk can't live o' billin an cooin | N |
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| That's my nooation too but aw thowt tha should try | M |
| What a wife as a laikon could be | E |
| Noa daat tha's fan livin o' love rayther dry | M |
| For aw'll own aw'd grown sickened o' thee | E |
John Hartley
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