Golyer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCB DEFFE GHIIH JIKKI IBLMB NIBBI BOPPO QRBSR HBTTB IUCCU IVWXV YBZZB IIA2A2A2I| Ef the way a man lights out of this world | A |
| Helps fix his heft for the other sp'ere | B |
| I reckon my old friend Golyer's Ben | C |
| Will lay over lots of likelier men | C |
| For one thing he done down here | B |
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| You didn't know Ben He driv a stage | D |
| On the line they called the Old Sou' west | E |
| He wa'n't the best man that ever you seen | F |
| And he wa'n't so ungodly pizen mean | F |
| No better nor worse than the rest | E |
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| He was hard on women and rough on his friends | G |
| And he didn't have many I'll let you know | H |
| He hated a dog and disgusted a cat | I |
| But he'd run off his legs for a motherless brat | I |
| And I guess there's many jess so | H |
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| I've seed my sheer of the run of things | J |
| I've hoofed it a many and many a miled | I |
| But I never seed nothing that could or can | K |
| Jest git all the good from the heart of a man | K |
| Like the hands of a little child | I |
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| Well this young one I started to tell you about | I |
| His folks was all dead I was fetchin' him through | B |
| He was just at the age that's loudest for boys | L |
| And he blowed such a horn with his sarchin' small voice | M |
| We called him the Little Boy Blue | B |
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| He ketched a sight of Ben on the box | N |
| And you bet he bawled and kicked and howled | I |
| For to git 'long of Ben and ride thar too | B |
| I tried to tell him it wouldn't do | B |
| When suddingly Golyer growled | I |
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| What's the use of making the young one cry | B |
| Say what's the use of being a fool | O |
| Sling the little one up here whar he can see | P |
| He won't git the snuffles a ridin' with me | P |
| The night ain't any too cool | O |
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| The child hushed cryin' the minute he spoke | Q |
| Come up here Major don't let him slip | R |
| And jest as nice as a woman could do | B |
| He wrapped his blanket around them | S |
| And was off in the crack of a whip | R |
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| We rattled along an hour or so | H |
| Till we heerd a yell on the still night air | B |
| Did you ever hear an Apache yell | T |
| Well ye needn't want to this side of hell | T |
| There's nothing more devilish there | B |
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| Caught in the shower of lead and flint | I |
| We felt the old stage stagger and plunge | U |
| Then we heerd the voice and the whip of Ben | C |
| As he gethered his critters up again | C |
| And tore away with a lunge | U |
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| The passengers laughed Old Ben's all right | I |
| He's druv five year and never was struck | V |
| Now if I'd been thar as sure as you live | W |
| They'd 'a' plugged me with holes as thick as a sieve | X |
| It's the reg'lar Golyer luck | V |
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| Over hill and holler and ford and creek | Y |
| Jest like the hosses had wings we tore | B |
| We got to Looney's and Ben come in | Z |
| And laid down the baby and axed for his gin | Z |
| And dropped in a heap on the floor | B |
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| Said he When they fired I kivered the kid | I |
| Although I ain't pretty I'm middlin' broad | I |
| And look he ain't fazed by arrow nor ball | A2 |
| Thank God my own carcase stopped them all | A2 |
| Then we seen his eye glaze and his lower jaw fall | A2 |
| And he carried his thanks to God | I |
John Hay
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