Room 6: The Little Workgirl Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED FGFGHDHD AIJIFDFD KLKLMDMD ANANFDFD FJFJKDOD JPJPQAQA| Three gentlemen live close beside me | A |
| A painter of pictures bizarre | B |
| A poet whose virtues might guide me | A |
| A singer who plays the guitar | B |
| And there on my lintel is Cupid | C |
| I leave my door open and yet | D |
| These gentlemen aren't they stupid | E |
| They never make love to Babette | D |
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| I go to the shop every morning | F |
| I work with my needle and thread | G |
| Silk satin and velvet adorning | F |
| Then luncheon on coffee and bread | G |
| Then sewing and sewing till seven | H |
| Or else if the order I get | D |
| I toil and I toil till eleven | H |
| And such is the day of Babette | D |
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| It doesn't seem cheerful I fancy | A |
| The wage is unthinkably small | I |
| And yet there is one thing I can say | J |
| I keep a bright face through it all | I |
| I chaff though my head may be aching | F |
| I sing a gay song to forget | D |
| I laugh though my heart may be breaking | F |
| It's all in the life of Babette | D |
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| That gown O my lady of leisure | K |
| You begged to be finished in haste | L |
| It gives you an exquisite pleasure | K |
| Your lovers remark on its taste | L |
| Yet oh the poor little white faces | M |
| The tense midnight toil and the fret | D |
| I fear that the foam of its laces | M |
| Is salt with the tears of Babette | D |
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| It takes a brave heart to be cheery | A |
| With no gleam of hope in the sky | N |
| The future's so utterly dreary | A |
| I'm laughing in case I should cry | N |
| And if where the gay lights are glowing | F |
| I dine with a man I have met | D |
| And snatch a bright moment who's going | F |
| To blame a poor little Babette | D |
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| And you Friend beyond all the telling | F |
| Although you're an ocean away | J |
| Your pictures they tell me are selling | F |
| You're married and settled they say | J |
| Such happiness one wouldn't barter | K |
| Yet oh do you never regret | D |
| The Springtide the roses Montmartre | O |
| Youth poverty love and Babette | D |
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| That blond haired chap across the way | J |
| With sunny smile and voice so mellow | P |
| He sings in some cheap cabaret | J |
| Yet what a gay and charming fellow | P |
| His breath with garlic may be strong | Q |
| What matters it his laugh is jolly | A |
| His day he gives to sleep and song | Q |
| His night's made up of song and folly | A |
Robert Service
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