Little Breeches Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GHIHIJCJ KCLCMNCN CCOCAPQP CRSR TCTC TTCTTCCC FUVUTWXW| I don't go much on religion | A |
| I never ain't had no show | B |
| But I've got a middlin' tight grip sir | C |
| On the handful o' things I know | B |
| I don't pan out on the prophets | D |
| And free will and that sort of thing | E |
| But I b'lieve in God and the angels | F |
| Ever sence one night last spring | E |
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| I come into town with some turnips | G |
| And my little Gabe come along | H |
| No four year old in the county | I |
| Could beat him for pretty and strong | H |
| Peart and chipper and sassy | I |
| Always ready to swear and fight | J |
| And I'd larnt him to chaw terbacker | C |
| Jest to keep his milk teeth white | J |
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| The snow come down like a blanket | K |
| As I passed by Taggart's store | C |
| I went in for a jug of molasses | L |
| And left the team at the door | C |
| They scared at something and started | M |
| I heard one little squall | N |
| And hell to split over the prairie | C |
| Went team Little Breeches and all | N |
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| Hell to split over the prairie | C |
| I was almost froze with skeer | C |
| But we rousted up some torches | O |
| And sarched for 'em far and near | C |
| At last we struck hosses and wagon | A |
| Snowed under a soft white mound | P |
| Upsot dead beat but of little Gabe | Q |
| No hide nor hair was found | P |
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| And here all hope soured on me | C |
| Of my fellow critter's aid | R |
| I jest flopped down on my marrow bones | S |
| Crotch deep in the snow and prayed | R |
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| By this the torches was played out | T |
| And me and Isrul Parr | C |
| Went off for some wood to a sheepfold | T |
| That he said was somewhar thar | C |
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| We found it at last and a little shed | T |
| Where they shut up the lambs at night | T |
| We looked in and seen them huddled thar | C |
| So warm and sleepy and white | T |
| And thar sot Little Breeches and chirped | T |
| As peart as ever you see | C |
| I want a chaw of terbacker | C |
| And that's what's the matter of me | C |
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| How did he git thar Angels | F |
| He could never have walked in that storm | U |
| They jest scooped down and toted him | V |
| To whar it was safe and warm | U |
| And I think that saving a little child | T |
| And fotching him to his own | W |
| Is a derned sight better business | X |
| Than loafing around The Throne | W |
John Hay
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