A Hundred Collars Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMDNBOPC QRS TU V W W WXY ZA2 OB2 C C2D2OE2 F2G2 H2I2 J2 I2K2 L2 L2 D D I2M2I2N2I2 B2I2I2I2I2I2I2O2P2Q2 R2S2Z ST2 KT2U2T2V2FI2FW2X2 I2K I2Y2 Z2W A3DDFB3I2C3D3I2 I2O2 FSFFI2 ZF DI2E3F3F3 G3 O2Q2I2I2I2DH3I2O2I2I 2B H3I3X2J3I2 O2 SF K3 BL3M3DQ2N3O3P3KQ3R3S 3Z2I2Q2T3ZKBN3DZU3KV 3I2 I2V2 KI2BW3X3J2SF F A3SY3Z3FFR2 V2 S D3 V2A4B4O2Z3C4B4SI2SZ3 C4K| Lancaster bore him such a little town | A |
| Such a great man It doesn't see him often | B |
| Of late years though he keeps the old homestead | C |
| And sends the children down there with their mother | D |
| To run wild in the summer a little wild | E |
| Sometimes he joins them for a day or two | F |
| And sees old friends he somehow can't get near | G |
| They meet him in the general store at night | H |
| Pre occupied with formidable mail | I |
| Rifling a printed letter as he talks | J |
| They seem afraid He wouldn't have it so | K |
| Though a great scholar he's a democrat | L |
| If not at heart at least on principle | M |
| Lately when coming up to Lancaster | D |
| His train being late he missed another train | N |
| And had four hours to wait at Woodsville Junction | B |
| After eleven o'clock at night Too tired | O |
| To think of sitting such an ordeal out | P |
| He turned to the hotel to find a bed | C |
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| No room the night clerk said Unless | Q |
| Woodsville's a place of shrieks and wandering lamps | R |
| And cars that shook and rattle and one hotel | S |
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| You say 'unless ' | - |
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| Unless you wouldn't mind | T |
| Sharing a room with someone else | U |
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| Who is it | V |
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| A man | W |
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| So I should hope What kind of man | W |
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| I know him he's all right A man's a man | W |
| Separate beds of course you understand | X |
| The night clerk blinked his eyes and dared him on | Y |
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| Who's that man sleeping in the office chair | Z |
| Has he had the refusal of my chance | A2 |
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| He was afraid of being robbed or murdered | O |
| What do you say | B2 |
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| I'll have to have a bed | C |
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| The night clerk led him up three flights of stairs | C2 |
| And down a narrow passage full of doors | D2 |
| At the last one of which he knocked and entered | O |
| Lafe here's a fellow wants to share your room | E2 |
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| Show him this way I'm not afraid of him | F2 |
| I'm not so drunk I can't take care of myself | G2 |
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| The night clerk clapped a bedstead on the foot | H2 |
| This will be yours Good night he said and went | I2 |
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| Lafe was the name I think | J2 |
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| Yes Layfayette | I2 |
| You got it the first time And yours | K2 |
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| Magoon | L2 |
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| Doctor Magoon | L2 |
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| A Doctor | D |
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| Well a teacher | D |
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| Professor Square the circle till you're tired | I2 |
| Hold on there's something I don't think of now | M2 |
| That I had on my mind to ask the first | I2 |
| Man that knew anything I happened in with | N2 |
| I'll ask you later don't let me forget it | I2 |
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| The Doctor looked at Lafe and looked away | B2 |
| A man A brute Naked above the waist | I2 |
| He sat there creased and shining in the light | I2 |
| Fumbling the buttons in a well starched shirt | I2 |
| I'm moving into a size larger shirt | I2 |
| I've felt mean lately mean's no name for it | I2 |
| I just found what the matter was to night | I2 |
| I've been a choking like a nursery tree | O2 |
| When it outgrows the wire band of its name tag | P2 |
| I blamed it on the hot spell we've been having | Q2 |
| 'Twas nothing but my foolish hanging back | R2 |
| Not liking to own up I'd grown a size | S2 |
| Number eighteen this is What size do you wear | Z |
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| The Doctor caught his throat convulsively | S |
| Oh ah fourteen fourteen | T2 |
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| Fourteen You say so | K |
| I can remember when I wore fourteen | T2 |
| And come to think I must have back at home | U2 |
| More than a hundred collars size fourteen | T2 |
| Too bad to waste them all You ought to have them | V2 |
| They're yours and welcome let me send them to you | F |
| What makes you stand there on one leg like that | I2 |
| You're not much furtherer than where Kike left you | F |
| You act as if you wished you hadn't come | W2 |
| Sit down or lie down friend you make me nervous | X2 |
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| The Doctor made a subdued dash for it | I2 |
| And propped himself at bay against a pillow | K |
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| Not that way with your shoes on Kike's white bed | I2 |
| You can't rest that way Let me pull your shoes off | Y2 |
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| Don't touch me please I say don't touch me please | Z2 |
| I'll not be put to bed by you my man | W |
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| Just as you say Have it your own way then | A3 |
| 'My man' is it You talk like a professor | D |
| Speaking of who's afraid of who however | D |
| I'm thinking I have more to lose than you | F |
| If anything should happen to be wrong | B3 |
| Who wants to cut your number fourteen throat | I2 |
| Let's have a show down as an evidence | C3 |
| Of good faith There is ninety dollars | D3 |
| Come if you're not afraid | I2 |
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| I'm not afraid | I2 |
| There's five that's all I carry | O2 |
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| I can search you | F |
| Where are you moving over to Stay still | S |
| You'd better tuck your money under you | F |
| And sleep on it the way I always do | F |
| When I'm with people I don't trust at night | I2 |
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| Will you believe me if I put it there | Z |
| Right on the counterpane that I do trust you | F |
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| You'd say so Mister Man I'm a collector | D |
| My ninety isn't mine you won't think that | I2 |
| I pick it up a dollar at a time | E3 |
| All round the country for the Weekly News | F3 |
| Published in Bow You know the Weekly News | F3 |
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| Known it since I was young | G3 |
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| Then you know me | O2 |
| Now we are getting on together talking | Q2 |
| I'm sort of Something for it at the front | I2 |
| My business is to find what people want | I2 |
| They pay for it and so they ought to have it | I2 |
| Fairbanks he says to me he's editor | D |
| Feel out the public sentiment he says | H3 |
| A good deal comes on me when all is said | I2 |
| The only trouble is we disagree | O2 |
| In politics I'm Vermont Democrat | I2 |
| You know what that is sort of double dyed | I2 |
| The News has always been Republican | B |
| Fairbanks he says to me 'Help us this year ' | - |
| Meaning by us their ticket 'No ' I says | H3 |
| 'I can't and won't You've been in long enough | I3 |
| It's time you turned around and boosted us | X2 |
| You'll have to pay me more than ten a week | J3 |
| If I'm expected to elect Bill Taft | I2 |
| I doubt if I could do it anyway ' | - |
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| You seem to shape the paper's policy | O2 |
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| You see I'm in with everybody know 'em all | S |
| I almost know their farms as well as they do | F |
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| You drive around It must be pleasant work | K3 |
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| It's business but I can't say it's not fun | B |
| What I like best's the lay of different farms | L3 |
| Coming out on them from a stretch of woods | M3 |
| Or over a hill or round a sudden corner | D |
| I like to find folks getting out in spring | Q2 |
| Raking the dooryard working near the house | N3 |
| Later they get out further in the fields | O3 |
| Everything's shut sometimes except the barn | P3 |
| The family's all away in some back meadow | K |
| There's a hay load a coming when it comes | Q3 |
| And later still they all get driven in | R3 |
| The fields are stripped to lawn the garden patches | S3 |
| Stripped to bare ground the apple trees | Z2 |
| To whips and poles There's nobody about | I2 |
| The chimney though keeps up a good brisk smoking | Q2 |
| And I lie back and ride I take the reins | T3 |
| Only when someone's coming and the mare | Z |
| Stops when she likes I tell her when to go | K |
| I've spoiled Jemima in more ways than one | B |
| She's got so she turns in at every house | N3 |
| As if she had some sort of curvature | D |
| No matter if I have no errand there | Z |
| She thinks I'm sociable I maybe am | U3 |
| It's seldom I get down except for meals though | K |
| Folks entertain me from the kitchen doorstep | V3 |
| All in a family row down to the youngest | I2 |
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| One would suppose they might not be as glad | I2 |
| To see you as you are to see them | V2 |
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| Oh | K |
| Because I want their dollar I don't want | I2 |
| Anything they've not got I never dun | B |
| I'm there and they can pay me if they like | W3 |
| I go nowhere on purpose I happen by | X3 |
| Sorry there is no cup to give you a drink | J2 |
| I drink out of the bottle not your style | S |
| Mayn't I offer you | F |
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| No no no thank you | F |
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| Just as you say Here's looking at you then | A3 |
| And now I'm leaving you a little while | S |
| You'll rest easier when I'm gone perhaps | Y3 |
| Lie down let yourself go and get some sleep | Z3 |
| But first let's see what was I going to ask you | F |
| Those collars who shall I address them to | F |
| Suppose you aren't awake when I come back | R2 |
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| Really friend I can't let you You may need them | V2 |
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| Not till I shrink when they'll be out of style | S |
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| But really I I have so many collars | D3 |
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| I don't know who I rather would have have them | V2 |
| They're only turning yellow where they are | A4 |
| But you're the doctor as the saying is | B4 |
| I'll put the light out Don't you wait for me | O2 |
| I've just begun the night You get some sleep | Z3 |
| I'll knock so fashion and peep round the door | C4 |
| When I come back so you'll know who it is | B4 |
| There's nothing I'm afraid of like scared people | S |
| I don't want you should shoot me in the head | I2 |
| What am I doing carrying off this bottle | S |
| There now you get some sleep | Z3 |
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| He shut the door | C4 |
| The Doctor slid a little down the pillow | K |
Robert Frost
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