Eclogue Ii: The Grandmothers Tale Poem Rhyme Scheme

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JANE	A
Harry I'm tired of playing We'll draw round	B
The fire and Grandmamma perhaps will tell us	C
One of her stories	D
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HARRY	E
Aye dear Grandmamma	F
A pretty story something dismal now	G
A bloody murder	H
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JANE	A
Or about a ghost	I
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GRANDMOTHER	H
Nay nay I should but frighten you You know	J
The other night when I was telling you	K
About the light in the church yard how you trembled	L
Because the screech owl hooted at the window	J
And would not go to bed	M
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JANE	A
Why Grandmamma	F
You said yourself you did not like to hear him	F
Pray now we wo'nt be frightened	N
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GRANDMOTHER	H
Well well children	O
But you've heard all my stories Let me see	E
Did I never tell you how the smuggler murdered	P
The woman down at Pill	Q
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HARRY	E
No never never	H
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GRANDMOTHER	H
Not how he cut her head off in the stable	R
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HARRY	E
Oh now do tell us that	S
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GRANDMOTHER	H
You must have heard	P
Your Mother children often tell of her	H
She used to weed in the garden here and worm	F
Your uncle's dogs and serve the house with coal	T
And glad enough she was in winter time	F
To drive her asses here it was cold work	U
To follow the slow beasts thro' sleet and snow	J
And here she found a comfortable meal	V
And a brave fire to thaw her for poor Moll	W
Was always welcome	F
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HARRY	E
Oh 'twas blear eyed Moll	W
The collier woman a great ugly woman	O
I've heard of her	H
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GRANDMOTHER	H
Ugly enough poor soul	T
At ten yards distance you could hardly tell	X
If it were man or woman for her voice	Y
Was rough as our old mastiff's and she wore	Z
A man's old coat and hat and then her face	A2
There was a merry story told of her	H
How when the press gang came to take her husband	N
As they were both in bed she heard them coming	B2
Drest John up in her night cap and herself	C2
Put on his clothes and went before the Captain	O
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JANE	A
And so they prest a woman	O
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GRANDMOTHER	H
'Twas a trick	D2
She dearly loved to tell and all the country	E
Soon knew the jest for she was used to travel	R
For miles around All weathers and all hours	E2
She crossed the hill as hardy as her beasts	F2
Bearing the wind and rain and winter frosts	G2
And if she did not reach her home at night	H2
She laid her down in the stable with her asses	I2
And slept as sound as they did	J2
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HARRY	E
With her asses	I2
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GRANDMOTHER	H
Yes and she loved her beasts For tho' poor wretch	K2
She was a terrible reprobate and swore	Z
Like any trooper she was always good	L2
To the dumb creatures never loaded them	F
Beyond their strength and rather I believe	M2
Would stint herself than let the poor beasts want	N2
Because she said they could not ask for food	O2
I never saw her stick fall heavier on them	F
Than just with its own weight She little thought	P2
This tender heartedness would be her death	Q2
There was a fellow who had oftentimes	R2
As if he took delight in cruelty	E
Ill used her Asses He was one who lived	S2
By smuggling and for she had often met him	F
Crossing the down at night she threatened him	F
If he tormented them again to inform	F
Of his unlawful ways Well so it was	T2
'Twas what they both were born to he provoked her	H
She laid an information and one morn	U2
They found her in the stable her throat cut	V2
From ear to ear 'till the head only hung	W2
Just by a bit of skin	X2
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JANE	A
Oh dear oh dear	Y2
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HARRY	E
I hope they hung the man	Z2
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GRANDMOTHER	H
They took him up	A3
There was no proof no one had seen the deed	B3
And he was set at liberty But God	C3
Whoss eye beholdeth all things he had seen	D3
The murder and the murderer knew that God	C3
Was witness to his crime He fled the place	A2
But nowhere could he fly the avenging hand	E3
Of heaven but nowhere could the murderer rest	F3
A guilty conscience haunted him by day	G3
By night in company in solitude	O2
Restless and wretched did he bear upon him	F
The weight of blood her cries were in his ears	H3
Her stifled groans as when he knelt upon her	H
Always he heard always he saw her stand	E3
Before his eyes even in the dead of night	H2
Distinctly seen as tho' in the broad sun	O
She stood beside the murderer's bed and yawn'd	I3
Her ghastly wound till life itself became	F
A punishment at last he could not bear	J3
And he confess'd it all and gave himself	C2
To death so terrible he said it was	T2
To have a guilty conscience	K3
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HARRY	E
Was he hung then	L3
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GRANDMOTHER	H
Hung and anatomized Poor wretched man	Z2
Your uncles went to see him on his trial	R
He was so pale so thin so hollow eyed	M3
And such a horror in his meagre face	A2
They said he look'd like one who never slept	N3
He begg'd the prayers of all who saw his end	O3
And met his death with fears that well might warn	U2
From guilt tho' not without a hope in Christ	P3
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Footnote I know not whether this cruel and stupid custom is common	O
in other parts of England It is supposed to prevent the dogs from doing	B2
any mischief should they afterwards become mad	Q3
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Footnote There must be many persons living who remember these	D
circumstances They happened two or three and twenty years ago in the	R3
neighbourhood of Bristol The woman's name was Bees The stratagem by	S3
which she preserved her husband from the press gang is also true	K

Robert Southey

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