Alias Bill Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABACAC ABABDEDF AGAGHIHI JKJKALA F| We bore him to his boneyard lot | A |
| One afternoon at three | B |
| The clergyman was on the spot | A |
| To earn his modest fee | B |
| We sprinkled on his coffin ld | A |
| The customary loam | C |
| And so old Bill was snugly slid | A |
| To his last home | C |
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| A lonesome celebate we thought | A |
| For close as clam was he | B |
| We never guessed that he had got | A |
| A lawful family | B |
| Till lo we saw a gorgeous wreath | D |
| Reposing on his bier | E |
| With on a scarlet scroll beneath | D |
| To Father Dear | F |
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| He ordered it hisself they said | A |
| Before he had to go | G |
| His folks don't know that he is dead | A |
| Maybe they'll never know | G |
| His step was frail his hair was grey | H |
| But though his sight was dim | I |
| He liked to kid hisself that they | H |
| Still thought of him | I |
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| Maybe they did we never knew | J |
| And he would never tell | K |
| Perhaps their hearts were broken too | J |
| His was I think Ah well | K |
| We left him in the boneyard lot | A |
| With none to shed a tear | L |
| And just a wreath the one he bought | A |
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| To Father Dear | F |
Robert Service
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