The Ballad Of Morbid Mothers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCE FGFGHIH C CFCFJCJC HKHKHLHL

Why do you sit in the churchyard weepingA
Why do you cling to the dear old gravesB
When the dim drear mists of the dusk are creepingA
Out of the marshes in wan white wavesB
Darling I know you're a slave to sorrowC
Dearie I know that the world is cruelD
But you'll be in bed with a cold to morrowC
I shall be running upstairs with gruelE
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Why do you weep on a tombstone MammyF
Sobbing alone in the drizzling sleetG
When the chill mists rise and the wind strikes clammyF
Think of your bones and your poor old feetG
Darling I know that you feel lugubriousH
Dearie I know you must work this offI
But graveyards are not as a rule salubriousH
Whence the expression a 'churchyard cough '-
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The Old Lady explains her eccentric behaviourC
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Why do I ululate dear my dearieC
Coiled on a nastily mildewed tombF
When the horned owl hoots and the world is wearyC
Weary of sorrow and swamped in gloomF
Childie my child 'tis a cogent questionJ
Dearie my dear if you wish to knowC
Tis not that I suffer from indigestionJ
But that the Public ordains it soC
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Babies and Aunties and dying brothersH
Boom for a season as 'loves' may partK
But the old shop ballad of Morbid MothersH
Dives to the depths of the Public's heartK
Dearie with booms at the best precariousH
All but the permanent needs must failL
And Childie if Mammy became hilariousH
Mammy would never command a saleL

John Kendall (dum-dum)



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