What It Is To Be A Mother Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB ACAC ADAD EDED FGGG DHDH CDCD DGDG CGCG BDBD CDCD CDCD CHCH GDHD HIHI DIHI HDHD GDGD CCCC| A'a dear what a life has a mother | A |
| At leeast if they're hamper'd like me | B |
| Thro' mornin' to neet ther's some bother | A |
| An' ther will be aw guess wol aw dee | B |
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| Ther's mi chap an misen an' six childer | A |
| Six o'th' roughest aw think under th' sun | C |
| Aw'm sartin sometimes they'd bewilder | A |
| Old Joab wol his patience wor done | C |
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| They're i' mischief i' ivery corner | A |
| An' ther tongues they seem niver at rest | D |
| Ther's one shaatin' Little Jack Horner | A |
| An' another The realms o' the blest | D |
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| Aw'm sure if a body's to watch 'em | E |
| They mun have een at th' back o' ther yed | D |
| For quiet yo niver can catch 'em | E |
| Unless they're asleep an' i' bed | D |
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| For ther's somdy comes runnin to tell us | F |
| 'At one on em's takken wi' fits | G |
| Or ther's two on 'em feightin for th' bellus | G |
| An' rivin' ther clooas all i' bits | G |
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| In a mornin' they're all weshed an' tidy'd | D |
| But bi nooin they're as black as mi shoe | H |
| To keep a lot cleean if yo've tried it | D |
| Yo know 'at ther's summat to do | H |
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| When my felly comes hooam to his drinkin' | C |
| Aw try to be gradely an' straight | D |
| For when all's nice an' cleean to mi thinkin' | C |
| He enjoys better what ther's to ait | D |
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| If aw tell him aw'm varry near finished | D |
| Wi allus been kept in a fuss | G |
| He says as he looks up astonished | D |
| Why aw niver see owt 'at tha does | G |
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| But aw wonder who does all ther mendin' | C |
| Weshes th' clooas an cleans th' winders an' flags | G |
| But for me they'd have noa spot to stand in | C |
| They'd be lost i' ther filth an' ther rags | G |
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| But it allus wor soa an' it will be | B |
| A chap thinks' at a woman does nowt | D |
| But it ne'er bothers me what they tell me | B |
| For men havn't a morsel o' thowt | D |
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| But just harken to me wol aw'm tellin' | C |
| Ha aw tew to keep ivery thing straight | D |
| An' aw'l have yo for th' judge if yor willin' | C |
| For aw want nowt but what aw think's reight | D |
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| Ov a Monday aw start o' my weshin' | C |
| An' if th' day's fine aw get um all dried | D |
| Ov a Tuesday aw fettle mi kitchen | C |
| An' mangle an' iron beside | D |
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| Ov a Wednesday then aw've mi bakin' | C |
| Ov a Thursday aw reckon to brew | H |
| Ov a Friday all th' carpets want shakin' | C |
| An' aw've th' bedrooms to clean an' dust throo | H |
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| Then o'th' Setterday after mi markets | G |
| Stitch on buttons an' th' stockins' to mend | D |
| Then aw've all th' Sundy clooas to luk ovver | H |
| An' that brings a week's wark to its end | D |
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| Then o'th' Sundy ther's cooking 'em th' dinner | H |
| It's ther only warm meal in a wick | I |
| Tho' ther's some say aw must be a sinner | H |
| For it's paving mi way to Old Nick | I |
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| But a chap mun be like to ha' summat | D |
| An' aw can't think it's varry far wrang | I |
| Just to cook him an' th' childer a dinner | H |
| Tho' it may mak me rayther too thrang | I |
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| But if yor a wife an' a mother | H |
| Yo've yor wark an' yor duties to mind | D |
| Yo mun leearn to tak nowt as a bother | H |
| An' to yor own comforts be blind | D |
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| But still just to seer all ther places | G |
| When they're gethred raand th' harston at neet | D |
| Fill'd wi six roosy red smilin' faces | G |
| It's nooan a despisable seet | D |
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| An aw connot help thinkin' an' sayin' | C |
| Tho' yo may wonder what aw can mean | C |
| 'At if single aw sooin should be playin' | C |
| Coortin tricks an' be weddin' agean | C |
John Hartley
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