Virginity Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC DDE FFG HHD IIJ KKL MMD NNO NNP HH Q| My mother she had children five and four are dead and gone | A |
| While I least worthy to survive persist in living on | B |
| She looks at me I must confess sometimes with spite and bitterness | C |
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| My mother is three score and ten while I am forty three | D |
| You don't know how it hurts me when we go somewhere to tea | D |
| And people tell her on the sly we look like sisters she and I | E |
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| It hurts to see her secret glee but most because it's true | F |
| Sometimes I think she thinks that she looks younger of the two | F |
| Oh as I gently take her arm how I would love to do her harm | G |
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| For ever since I cam from school she put it in my head | H |
| I was a weakling and a fool a born old maid she said | H |
| You'll always stay at home sighed she and keep your Mother company | D |
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| Oh pity is a bitter brew I've drunk it to the lees | I |
| For there is little else to do but do my best to please | I |
| My life has been so little worth I curse the hour she gave me birth | J |
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| I curse the hour she gave me breath who never wished me wife | K |
| My happiest day will be the death of her who gave me life | K |
| I hate her for the life she gave I hope to dance upon her grave | L |
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| She wearing roses in her hat I wince to hear her say | M |
| Poor Alice this poor Alice that she drains my joy away | M |
| It seems to brace her up that she can pity pity pity me | D |
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| You'll see us walking in the street with careful step and slow | N |
| And people often say How sweet as arm in arm we go | N |
| Like chums we never are apart yet oh the hatred in my heart | O |
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| My chest is weak and I might be O God the first to go | N |
| For her what triumph that would be she thinks of it I know | N |
| To outlive all her kith and kin how she would glow beneath her skin | P |
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| She says she will not make her Will until she takes to bed | H |
| She little thinks if thoughts could kill to morrow she'd be dead | H |
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| Please come to breakfast Mother dear Your coffee will be cold I fear | Q |
Robert Service
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