The Mystery Of Gilgal Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCCC DDEE FFGG DDHH EEGG EECC IIHH EECC GGCC DDBB DDGG| The darkest strangest mystery | A |
| I ever read or heern or see | A |
| Is 'long of a drink at Taggart's Hall | B |
| Tom Taggart's of Gilgal | B |
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| I've heern the tale a thousand ways | C |
| But never could git through the maze | C |
| That hangs around that queer day's doin's | C |
| But I'll tell the yarn to youans | C |
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| Tom Taggart stood behind his bar | D |
| The time was fall the skies was fa'r | D |
| The neighbors round the counter drawed | E |
| And ca'mly drinked and jawed | E |
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| At last come Colonel Blood of Pike | F |
| And old Jedge Phinn permiscus like | F |
| And each as he meandered in | G |
| Remarked A whisky skin | G |
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| Tom mixed the beverage full and fa'r | D |
| And slammed it smoking on the bar | D |
| Some says three fingers some says two | H |
| I'll leave the choice to you | H |
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| Phinn to the drink put forth his hand | E |
| Blood drawed his knife with accent bland | E |
| I ax yer parding Mister Phinn | G |
| Jest drap that whisky skin | G |
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| No man high toneder could be found | E |
| Than old Jedge Phinn the country round | E |
| Says he Young man the tribe of Phinns | C |
| Knows their own whisky skins | C |
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| He went for his 'leven inch bowie knife | I |
| I tries to foller a Christian life | I |
| But I'll drap a slice of liver or two | H |
| My bloomin' shrub with you | H |
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| They carved in a way that all admired | E |
| Tell Blood drawed iron at last and fired | E |
| It took Seth Bludso 'twixt the eyes | C |
| Which caused him great surprise | C |
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| Then coats went off and all went in | G |
| Shots and bad language swelled the din | G |
| The short sharp bark of Derringers | C |
| Like bull pups cheered the furse | C |
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| They piled the stiffs outside the door | D |
| They made I reckon a cord or more | D |
| Girls went that winter as a rule | B |
| Alone to spellin' school | B |
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| I've sarched in vain from Dan to Beer | D |
| Sheba to make this mystery clear | D |
| But I end with hit as I did begin | G |
| WHO GOT THE WHISKY SKIN | G |
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