Market Women-s Cries Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCCDDEFGG H IIIJJDDKKLLMJJM N OOOPPQQRR

APPLESA
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COME buy my fine waresB
Plums apples and pearsB
A hundred a pennyC
In conscience too manyC
Come will you have anyC
My children are sevenD
I wish them in HeavenD
My husband s a sotE
With his pipe and his potF
Not a farthen will gain themG
And I must maintain themG
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ONIONSH
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Come follow me by the smellI
Here are delicate onions to sellI
I promise to use you wellI
They make the blood warmerJ
You ll feed like a farmerJ
For this is every cook s opinionD
No savoury dish without an onionD
But lest your kissing should be spoiledK
Your onions must be thoroughly boiledK
Or else you may spareL
Your mistress a shareL
The secret will never be knownM
She cannot discoverJ
The breath of her loverJ
But think it as sweet as her ownM
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HERRINGSN
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Be not sparingO
Leave off swearingO
Buy my herringO
Fresh from MalahideP
Better never was triedP
Come eat them with pure fresh butter and mustardQ
Their bellies are soft and as white as a custardQ
Come sixpence a dozen to get me some breadR
Or like my own herrings I soon shall be deadR

Jonathan Swift



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