Dublin Roads Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBB DEFEE GHIHH JKBKL MNJNN LOCOP QBRBB SITII UCHCC VCWCC XYQYY ZA2B2A2A2 C2D2ID2D2 BHD2HH D2

WHEN you were a lad that lacked a tradeA
Oh many's the thing you'd see on the wayB
From Kill o' the Grange to BallybrackC
And from Cabinteely down into BrayB
When you walked these roads the whole of a dayB
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High walls there would be to the left and rightD
With ivies growing across the topE
And a briary ditch on the other sideF
And a place where a quiet goat might cropE
And a wayside bench where a man could stopE
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A hen that had found a thing in her sleepG
One would think the way she went craw craw creeH
You would hear as you sat on the bench was thereI
And a cock that thought he crew mightilyH
And all the stir of the world would beH
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A cart that went creaking along the roadJ
And another cart that kept coming a nearK
A man breaking stones for bits of the dayB
One stroke and another would come to you clearK
And then no more from that stone breakerL
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And his day went by as the clouds went byM
As hammer in hand he sat aloneN
Breaking the mendings of the roadJ
The dazzles up from the stones were thrownN
When after the rain the sun down shoneN
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And you'd leave him there that stone breakerL
And you'd wonder who came to see what was doneO
By him in a day or a month or a weekC
He broke a stone and another oneO
And you left him there and you travelled onP
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A quiet road You would get to knowQ
The briars and stones along by the wayB
A dozen times you'd see last year's nestR
A peacock's cry a pigeon astrayB
Would be marks enough to set on a dayB
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Or the basket carriers you would meetS
A man and a woman they were a pairI
The woman going beside his heelT
A straight walking man with a streak of him bareI
And eyes that would give you a crafty stareI
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Coming down from the hills they'd have ferns to sellU
Going up from the strand they'd have cockles in stockC
Sand in their baskets from the seaH
Or clay that was stripped from a hillside rockC
A pair that had often stood in the dockC
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Or a man that played on a tin whistleV
He looked as he'd taken a scarecrow's rigC
Playing and playing as though his mindW
Could do nothing else but go to a jigC
And no one around him little or bigC
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And you'd meet no man else until you cameX
Where you could look down upon the sedgeY
And watch the Dargle water flowQ
And men smoke pipes on the bridge's ledgeY
While a robin sang by the haws in a hedgeY
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Or no bird sang and the bird catchersZ
Would have talk enough for a battle gainedA2
When they came from the field and stood by the bridgeB2
Taking shelter beside it while it rainedA2
While the bird new caught huddled and strainedA2
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In this cage or that a linnet or finchC2
And the points it had were declared and surmisedD2
And this one's tail was spread out and thereI
Two little half moons the marks that were prizedD2
And you looked well on the bird assizedD2
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Then men would go by with a rick of hayB
Piled on a cart with them you would beH
Walking beside the piled up loadD2
It would seem as it left the horses freeH
They went with such stride and so heartilyH
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And so you'll go back along the roadD2

Padraic Colum



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