Banty Tim. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A ABCBCBCB BBBBDBDB CBDBAAED EBBBBEFA ABABGHEH EAEAIAJA CEBEEAHA| REMARKS OF SERGEANT TILMON JOY TO THE WHITE MAN'S COMMITTEE OF SPUNKY POINT ILLINOIS | A |
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| I reckon I git your drift gents | A |
| You 'low the boy sha'n't stay | B |
| This is a white man's country | C |
| You're Dimocrats you say | B |
| And whereas and seein' and wherefore | C |
| The times bein' all out o' j'int | B |
| The nigger has got to mosey | C |
| From the limits o' Spunky P'int | B |
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| Le's reason the thing a minute | B |
| I'm an old fashioned Dimocrat too | B |
| Though I laid my politics out o' the way | B |
| For to keep till the war was through | B |
| But I come back here allowin' | D |
| To vote as I used to do | B |
| Though it gravels me like the devil to train | D |
| Along o' sich fools as you | B |
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| Now dog my cats ef I kin see | C |
| In all the light of the day | B |
| What you've got to do with the question | D |
| Ef Tim shill go or stay | B |
| And furder than that I give notice | A |
| Ef one of you tetches the boy | A |
| He kin check his trunks to a warmer clime | E |
| Than he'll find in Illanoy | D |
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| Why blame your hearts jest hear me | E |
| You know that ungodly day | B |
| When our left struck Vicksburg Heights how ripped | B |
| And torn and tattered we lay | B |
| When the rest retreated I stayed behind | B |
| Fur reasons sufficient to me | E |
| With a rib caved in and a leg on a strike | F |
| I sprawled on that cursed glacee | A |
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| Lord how the hot sun went for us | A |
| And br'iled and blistered and burned | B |
| How the Rebel bullets whizzed round us | A |
| When a cuss in his death grip turned | B |
| Till along toward dusk I seen a thing | G |
| I couldn't believe for a spell | H |
| That nigger that Tim was a crawlin' to me | E |
| Through that fire proof gilt edged hell | H |
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| The Rebels seen him as quick as me | E |
| And the bullets buzzed like bees | A |
| But he jumped for me and shouldered me | E |
| Though a shot brought him once to his knees | A |
| But he staggered up and packed me off | I |
| With a dozen stumbles and falls | A |
| Till safe in our lines he drapped us both | J |
| His black hide riddled with balls | A |
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| So my gentle gazelles thar's my answer | C |
| And here stays Banty Tim | E |
| He trumped Death's ace for me that day | B |
| And I'm not goin' back on him | E |
| You may rezoloot till the cows come home | E |
| But ef one of you tetches the boy | A |
| He'll wrastle his hash to night in hell | H |
| Or my name's not Tilmon Joy | A |
John Milton Hay
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