The Broken Crutch. - A Tale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFGAAHHAAIIJK LL AABB M AANNAAOOPPQQRSTT U VVWXAAYZAABBA2A2 B2B2 C2 AAAAAABBD2D2AARRE2E2 A LLF2F2 AAG2G2H2H2ILURI2I2 J2 BB WWIIBBK2K2L2L2EENN M2 AABBJKK2K2 N2N2K2K2AA K2 O2O2OOILLLAAAAK2K2BB P2P2 A AAQ2M2AAAAR2R2AANNHH A BBAAUURRVVS2T2 U2U2HH V2 AAP2P2AAHHW2W2AALL U X2X2UUAAY2Y2F2F2D2Z2 AAR2R2A3A3 A AAM2M2BBAAAAB3C3 III2I2 L M2M2AAD3D3 AALLE3E3F3F3M2M2 G3 AAAAH3H3GGDDAALLAA A M2M2G2G2L2C3AAI3I3J3 J3 OOAA M2 AABBI2I2H3H3K3K3H2H2 AAII G2 RRM2M2G3G3L3L3AARRII G3G3 G3 HHK2K2M3M3AAG3G3AAAA AA N3 M2M2HHAAM2M2 I2I2QQG3G3 M2 AABBBBBBLLM2M2P2P2M2 M2G3G3 L NNBBILBBCDG3G3I2I2BB M2 GFBBBBM2M2J3O3BBG3G3| I tell you Peggy said a voice behind | A |
| A hawthorn hedge with wild briars thick entwin'd | A |
| Where unseen trav'llers down a shady way | B |
| Journey'd beside the swaths of new mown hay | B |
| I tell you Peggy 'tis a time to prove | C |
| Your fortitude your virtue and your love | D |
| From honest poverty our lineage sprung | E |
| Your mother was a servant quite as young | E |
| You weep perhaps she wept at leaving home | F |
| Courage my girl nor fear the days to come | G |
| Go still to church my Peggy plainly drest | A |
| And keep a living conscience in your breast | A |
| Look to yourself my lass the maid's best fame | H |
| Beware nor bring the Meldrums into shame | H |
| Be modest to the voice of age attend | A |
| Be honest and you'll always find a friend | A |
| Your uncle Gilbert stronger far than I | I |
| Will see you safe on him you must rely | I |
| I've walk'd too far this lameness oh the pain | J |
| Heav'n bless thee child I'll halt me back again | K |
| But when your first fair holiday may be | L |
| Rise with the lark and spend your hours with me | L |
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| Young Herbert Brooks in strength and manhood bold | A |
| Who round the meads his own possessions stroll'd | A |
| O'erheard the charge and with a heart so gay | B |
| Whistled his spaniel and pursu'd his way | B |
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| A Hint for a Libertine | M |
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| Soon cross'd his path and short obeisance paid | A |
| Stout Gilbert Meldrum and a country maid | A |
| A box upon his shoulder held full well | N |
| Her worldly riches but the truth to tell | N |
| She bore the chief herself that nobler part | A |
| That beauteous gem an uncorrupted heart | A |
| And then that native loveliness that cheek | O |
| It bore the very tints her betters seek | O |
| At such a sight the libertine would glow | P |
| With all the warmth that he can ever know | P |
| Would send his thoughts abroad without control | Q |
| The glimmering moon shine of his little soul | Q |
| Above the reach of justice I shall soar | R |
| Her friends may weep not punish they're too poor | S |
| That very thought the rapture will enhance | T |
| Poor young and friendless what a glorious chance | T |
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| Herbert's Character | U |
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| A few spare guineas may the conquest make | V |
| I love the treachery for treachery's sake | V |
| And when her wounded honour jealous grows | W |
| I'll cut away ten thousand oaths and vows | X |
| And tell my comrades with a manly stride | A |
| How I a girl out witten and out lied | A |
| Such was not Herbert he had never known | Y |
| Love's genuine smiles nor suffer'd from his frown | Z |
| And as to that most honourable part | A |
| Of planting daggers in a parent's heart | A |
| A novice quite he past his hours away | B |
| Free as a bird and buxom as the day | B |
| Yet should a lovely girl by chance arise | A2 |
| Think not that Herbert Brooks would shut his eyes | A2 |
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| On thy calm joys with what delight I dream | B2 |
| Thou dear green valley of my native stream | B2 |
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| Regret for Devastation by Enclosures | C2 |
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| Fancy o'er thee still waves th' enchanting wand | A |
| And every nook of thine is fairy land | A |
| And ever will be though the axe should smite | A |
| In Gain's rude service and in Pity's spite | A |
| Thy clustering alders and at length invade | A |
| The last last poplars that compose thy shade | A |
| Thy stream shall then in native freedom stray | B |
| And undermine the willows in its way | B |
| These nearly worthless may survive this storm | D2 |
| This scythe of desolation call'd Reform | D2 |
| No army past that way yet are they fled | A |
| The boughs that when a school boy screen'd my head | A |
| I hate the murderous axe estranging more | R |
| The winding vale from what it was of yore | R |
| Than e'en mortality in all its rage | E2 |
| And all the change of faces in an age | E2 |
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| The Tale pursued | A |
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| Warmth will they term it that I speak so free | L |
| They strip thy shades thy shades so dear to me | L |
| In Herbert's days woods cloth'd both hill and dale | F2 |
| But peace Remembrance let us tell the tale | F2 |
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| His home was in the valley elms grew round | A |
| His moated mansion and the pleasant sound | A |
| Of woodland birds that loud at day break sing | G2 |
| With the first cuckoos that proclaim the spring | G2 |
| Flock'd round his dwelling and his kitchen smoke | H2 |
| That from the towering rookery upward broke | H2 |
| Of joyful import to the poor hard by | I |
| Stream'd a glad sign of hospitality | L |
| So fancy pictures but its day is o'er | U |
| The moat remains the dwelling is no more | R |
| Its name denotes its melancholy fall | I2 |
| For village children call the spot Burnt Hall | I2 |
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| The Church | J2 |
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| But where's the maid who in the meadow way | B |
| Met Herbert Brooks amongst the new mown hay | B |
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| Th' adventure charm'd him and next morning rose | W |
| The Sabbath with its silence and repose | W |
| The bells ceas'd chiming and the broad blue sky | I |
| Smil'd on his peace and met his tranquil eye | I |
| Inverted from the foot bridge on his way | B |
| To that still house where all his fathers lay | B |
| There in his seat each neighbour's face he knew | K2 |
| The stranger girl was just before his pew | K2 |
| He saw her kneel with meek but cheerful air | L2 |
| And whisper the response to every prayer | L2 |
| And when the humble roof with praises rung | E |
| He caught the Hallelujah from her tongue | E |
| Rememb'ring with delight the tears that fell | N |
| When the poor father bade his child farewell | N |
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| Love strengthened by Reflection | M2 |
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| And now by kindling tenderness beguil'd | A |
| He blest the prompt obedience of that child | A |
| And link'd his fate with hers for from that day | B |
| Whether the weeks past cheerily away | B |
| Or deep revolving doubts procur'd him pain | J |
| The same bells chim'd and there she was again | K |
| What could be done they came not there to woo | K2 |
| On holy ground though love is holy too | K2 |
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| They met upon the foot bridge one clear morn | N2 |
| She in the garb by village lasses worn | N2 |
| He with unbutton'd frock that careless flew | K2 |
| And buskin'd to resist the morning dew | K2 |
| With downcast look she courtsied to the ground | A |
| Just in his path no room to sidle round | A |
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| An Interview | K2 |
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| Well pretty girl this early rising yields | O2 |
| The best enjoyment of the groves and fields | O2 |
| And makes the heart susceptible and meek | O |
| And keeps alive that rose upon your cheek | O |
| I long'd to meet you Peggy though so shy | I |
| I've watch'd your steps and learn'd your history | L |
| You love your poor lame father let that be | L |
| A happy presage of your love for me | L |
| Come then I'll stroll these meadows by your side | A |
| I've seen enough to wish you for my bride | A |
| And plainly tell you so Nay let me hold | A |
| This guiltless hand I prize it more than gold | A |
| Of that I have my share but now pursue | K2 |
| Such lasting wealth as I behold in you | K2 |
| My lands are fruitful and my gardens gay | B |
| My houshold cheerful as the summer's day | B |
| One blessing more will crown my happy life | P2 |
| Like Adam pretty girl I want a wife | P2 |
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| Frequent Meetings Family Pride | A |
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| Need it be told his suit was not denied | A |
| With youth and wealth and candour on his side | A |
| Honour took charge of love so well began | Q2 |
| And accidental meetings one by one | M2 |
| Increas'd so fast midst time's unheeded flight | A |
| That village rumour married them outright | A |
| Though wiser matrons doubtful in debate | A |
| Pitied deluded Peggy's hapless fate | A |
| Friends took th' alarm And will he then disgrace | R2 |
| The name of Brooks with this plebeian race | R2 |
| Others more lax in virtue not in pride | A |
| Sported the wink of cunning on one side | A |
| He'll buy no doubt what Peggy has to sell | N |
| A little gallantry becomes him well | N |
| Meanwhile the youth with self determin'd aim | H |
| Disdaining fraud and pride's unfeeling claim | H |
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| Marriage proposed | A |
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| Above control pursued his generous way | B |
| And talk'd to Peggy of the marriage day | B |
| Poor girl she heard with anguish and with doubt | A |
| What her too knowing neighbours preach'd about | A |
| That Herbert would some nobler match prefer | U |
| And surely never never marry her | U |
| Yet with what trembling and delight she bore | R |
| The kiss and heard the vow I'll doubt no more | R |
| Protect me Herbert for your honour's sake | V |
| You will she cried nor leave my heart to break | V |
| Then wrote to uncle Gilbert joys and fears | S2 |
| And hope and trust and sprinkled all with tears | T2 |
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| Rous'd was the dormant spirit of the brave | U2 |
| E'en lameness rose to succour and to save | U2 |
| For though they both rever'd young Herbert's name | H |
| And knew his unexceptionable fame | H |
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| Doubts Parental Feelings | V2 |
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| And though the girl had honestly declar'd | A |
| Love's first approaches and their counsel shar'd | A |
| Yet that he truly meant to take for life | P2 |
| The poor and lowly Peggy for a wife | P2 |
| Or that she was not doom'd to be deceiv'd | A |
| Was out of bounds it could not be believ'd | A |
| Go Gilbert save her I you know am lame | H |
| Go brother go and save my child from shame | H |
| Haste and I'll pray for your success the while | W2 |
| Go go then bang'd his crutch upon the stile | W2 |
| It snapt E'en Gilbert trembled while he smote | A |
| Then whipt the broken end beneath his coat | A |
| Aye aye I'll settle them I'll let them see | L |
| Who's to be conqu'ror this time I or he | L |
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| Gilbert on the Road An Adventure | U |
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| Then off he set and with enormous strides | X2 |
| Rebellious mutterings and oaths besides | X2 |
| O'er clover field and fallow bank and brier | U |
| Pursu'd the nearest cut and fann'd the fire | U |
| That burnt within him Soon the Hall he spied | A |
| And the grey willows by the water side | A |
| Nature cried halt nor could he well refuse | Y2 |
| Stop Gilbert breathe awhile and ask the news | Y2 |
| News cried a stooping grandame of the vale | F2 |
| Aye rare news too I'll tell you such a tale | F2 |
| But let me rest this bank is dry and warm | D2 |
| Do you know Peggy Meldrum at the farm | Z2 |
| Young Herbert's girl He'as cloath'd her all in white | A |
| You never saw so beautiful a sight | A |
| Ah he's a fine young man and such a face | R2 |
| I knew his grandfather and all his race | R2 |
| He rode a tall white horse and look'd so big | A3 |
| But how shall I describe his hat and wig | A3 |
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| A promising Story cut short | A |
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| Plague take his wig cried Gilbert and his hat | A |
| Where's Peggy Meldrum can you tell me that | A |
| Aye but have patience man you'll hear anon | M2 |
| For I shall come to her as I go on | M2 |
| So hark 'ye friend his grandfather I say | B |
| Poh poh cried Gilbert as he turn'd away | B |
| Her eyes were fix'd her story at a stand | A |
| The snuff box lay half open'd in her hand | A |
| You great ill manner'd clown but I must bear it | A |
| You oaf to ask the news and then won't hear it | A |
| But Gilbert had gain'd forty paces clear | B3 |
| When the reproof came murmuring on his ear | C3 |
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| Again he ask'd the first that past him by | I |
| A cow boy stopt his whistle to reply | I |
| Why I've a mistress coming home that's all | I2 |
| They're playing Meg's diversion at the Hall | I2 |
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| A Cow Boy's Bravery | L |
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| For master's gone with Peggy and his cousin | M2 |
| And all the lady folks about a dozen | M2 |
| To church down there he'll marry one no doubt | A |
| For that it seems is what they're gone about | A |
| I know it by their laughing and their jokes | D3 |
| Tho' they wor'nt ask'd at church like other folks | D3 |
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| Gilbert kept on and at the Hall door found | A |
| The winking servants where the jest went round | A |
| All expectation aye and so was he | L |
| But not with heart so merry and so free | L |
| The kitchen table never clear from beef | E3 |
| Where hunger found its solace and relief | E3 |
| Free to all strangers had no charms for him | F3 |
| For agitation worried every limb | F3 |
| Ale he partook but appetite had none | M2 |
| And grey hounds watch'd in vain to catch the bone | M2 |
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| Sitting upon Thorns | G3 |
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| All sounds alarm'd him and all thoughts perplex'd | A |
| With dogs and beef himself and all things vex'd | A |
| Till with one mingled caw above his head | A |
| Their gliding shadows o'er the court yard spread | A |
| The rooks by thousands rose the bells struck up | H3 |
| He guess'd the cause and down he set the cup | H3 |
| And listening heard amidst the general hum | G |
| A joyful exclamation Here they come | G |
| Soon Herbert's cheerful voice was heard above | D |
| Amidst the rustling hand maids of his love | D |
| And Gilbert follow'd without thought or dread | A |
| The broad oak stair case thundr'd with his tread | A |
| Light tript the party gay as gay could be | L |
| Amidst their bridal dresses there came he | L |
| And with a look that guilt could ne'er withstand | A |
| Approach'd his niece and caught her by the hand | A |
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| Anger disarmed | A |
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| Now are you married Peggy yes or no | M2 |
| Tell me at once before I let you go | M2 |
| Abrupt he spoke and gave her arm a swing | G2 |
| But the same moment felt the wedding ring | G2 |
| And stood confus'd She wip'd th' empassion'd tear | L2 |
| I am I am but is my father here | C3 |
| Herbert stood by and sharing with his bride | A |
| That perturbation which she strove to hide | A |
| Come honest Gilbert you're too rough this time | I3 |
| Indeed here's not the shadow of a crime | I3 |
| But where's your brother When did you arrive | J3 |
| We waited long for Nathan went at five | J3 |
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| All this was Greek to Gilbert downright Greek | O |
| He knew not what to think nor how to speak | O |
| The case was this that Nathan with a cart | A |
| To fetch them both at day break was to start | A |
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| An Explanation | M2 |
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| And so he did but ere he could proceed | A |
| He suck'd a charming portion with a reed | A |
| Of that same wedding ale which was that day | B |
| To make the hearts of all the village gay | B |
| Brim full of glee he trundled from the Hall | I2 |
| And as for sky larks he out sung them all | I2 |
| Till growing giddy with his morning cup | H3 |
| He stretch'd beneath a hedge the reins gave up | H3 |
| The horse graz'd soberly without mishap | K3 |
| And Nathan had a most delightful nap | K3 |
| For three good hours Then doubting when he woke | H2 |
| Whether his conduct would be deem'd a joke | H2 |
| With double haste perform'd just half his part | A |
| And brought the lame John Meldrum in his cart | A |
| And at the moment Gilbert's wrath was high | I |
| And while young Herbert waited his reply | I |
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| A general Meeting | G2 |
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| The sound of rattling wheels was at the door | R |
| There's my dear father now they heard no more | R |
| The bridegroom glided like an arrow down | M2 |
| And Gilbert ran though something of a clown | M2 |
| With his best step and cheer'd with smiles and pray'rs | G3 |
| They bore old John in triumph up the stairs | G3 |
| Poor Peggy who her joy no more could check | L3 |
| Clung like a dewy woodbine round his neck | L3 |
| And all stood silent Gilbert off his guard | A |
| And marvelling at virtue's rich reward | A |
| Loos'd the one loop that held his coat before | R |
| Down thumpt the broken crutch upon the floor | R |
| They started half alarm'd scarce knowing why | I |
| But through the glist'ning rapture of his eye | I |
| The bridegroom smil'd then chid their simple fears | G3 |
| And rous'd the blushing Peggy from her tears | G3 |
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| Gilbert put upon his Defense | G3 |
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| Around the uncle in a ring they came | H |
| And mark'd his look of mingled pride and shame | H |
| Now honestly good Gilbert tell us true | K2 |
| What meant this cudgel What was it to do | K2 |
| I know your heart suspected me of wrong | M3 |
| And that most true affection urg'd along | M3 |
| Your feelings and your wrath you were beside | A |
| Till now the rightful guardian of the bride | A |
| But why this cudgel Guardian that's the case | G3 |
| Or else to day you had not seen my face | G3 |
| But John about the girl was so perplex'd | A |
| And I to tell the truth so mortal vex'd | A |
| That when he broke this crutch and stampt and cried | A |
| For John and Peggy Sir I could have died | A |
| I know I could for she was such a child | A |
| So tractable so sensible and mild | A |
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| The plain Truth | N3 |
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| That if between you roguery had grown | M2 |
| Begging your pardon 'twould have been your own | M2 |
| She would not hurt a fly So off I came | H |
| And had you only sought to blast her fame | H |
| Been base enough to act as hundreds would | A |
| And ruin a poor maid because you could | A |
| With this same cudgel you may smile or frown | M2 |
| An' please you Sir I meant to knock you down | M2 |
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| A burst of laughter rang throughout the hall | I2 |
| And Peggy's tongue though overborne by all | I2 |
| Pour'd its warm blessings for without control | Q |
| The sweet unbridled transport of her soul | Q |
| Was obviously seen till Herbert's kiss | G3 |
| Stole as it were the eloquence of bliss | G3 |
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| Mirth and Reconciliation | M2 |
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| Welcome my friends good Gilbert here's my hand | A |
| Eat drink or rest they're all at your command | A |
| And whatsoever pranks the rest may play | B |
| Still you shall be the hero of to day | B |
| Doubts might torment and blunders may have teaz'd | B |
| But ale can cure them let us all be pleas'd | B |
| Thou venerable man let me defend | B |
| The father of my new dear bosom friend | B |
| You broke your crutch well well worse luck might be | L |
| I'll be your crutch John Meldrum lean on me | L |
| And when your lovely daughter shall complain | M2 |
| Send Gilbert's wooden argument again | M2 |
| If still you wonder that I take a wife | P2 |
| From the unpolish'd walks of humble life | P2 |
| I'll tell you on what ground my love began | M2 |
| And let the wise confute it if they can | M2 |
| I saw a girl with nature's untaught grace | G3 |
| Turn from my gaze a most engaging face | G3 |
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| Herbert's Apology | L |
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| I saw her drop the tear I knew full well | N |
| She felt for you much more than she could tell | N |
| I found her understanding bright as day | B |
| Through all impediments still forc'd its way | B |
| On that foundation shall my soul rely | I |
| The rock of genuine humility | L |
| Call'd as she is to act a nobler part | B |
| To rule my houshold and to share my heart | B |
| I trust her prudence confident to prove | C |
| Days of delight and still unfading love | D |
| For while her inborn tenderness survives | G3 |
| That heav'nly charm of mothers and of wives | G3 |
| I'll look for joy Here come the neighbours all | I2 |
| Broach the old barrel feast them great and small | I2 |
| For I'm determin'd while the sun's so bright | B |
| That this shall be a wedding day outright | B |
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| John Meldrum's wish Conclusion | M2 |
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| How cheerly sound the bells my charmer come | G |
| Expand your heart and know yourself at home | F |
| Sit down good John I will the old man cried | B |
| And let me drink to you Sir and the bride | B |
| My blessing on you I am lame and old | B |
| I can't make speeches and I wo'nt be bold | B |
| But from my soul I wish and wish with pain | M2 |
| That brave good gentlemen would not disdain | M2 |
| The poor because they're poor for if they live | J3 |
| Midst crimes that parents never can forgive | O3 |
| If like the forest beast they wander wild | B |
| To rob a father or to crush a child | B |
| Nature will speak aye just as Nature feels | G3 |
| And wish a Gilbert Meldrum at their heels | G3 |
Robert Bloomfield
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