English Eclogues V - The Witch Poem Rhyme Scheme

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English Eclogues V - The Witch Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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NATHANIEL	A
Father here father I have found a horse shoe	B
Faith it was just in time for t'other night	C
I laid two straws across at Margery's door	D
And afterwards I fear'd that she might do me	E
A mischief for't There was the Miller's boy	F
Who set his dog at that black cat of hers	G
I met him upon crutches and he told me	E
'Twas all her evil eye	H
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FATHER	I
'Tis rare good luck	J
I would have gladly given a crown for one	K
If t'would have done as well But where did'st find it	L
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NATHANIEL	A
Down on the Common I was going a field	M
And neighbour Saunders pass'd me on his mare	N
He had hardly said 'good day ' before I saw	O
The shoe drop off 'twas just upon my tongue	P
To call him back it makes no difference does it	L
Because I know whose 'twas	Q
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FATHER	I
Why no it can't	R
The shoe's the same you know and you 'did find' it	L
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NATHANIEL	A
That mare of his has got a plaguey road	S
To travel father and if he should lame her	I
For she is but tender footed	T
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FATHER	I
Aye indeed	U
I should not like to see her limping back	V
Poor beast but charity begins at home	W
And Nat there's our own horse in such a way	X
This morning	Y
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NATHANIEL	A
Why he ha'nt been rid again	Z
Last night I hung a pebble by the manger	I
With a hole thro' and every body says	A2
That 'tis a special charm against the hags	A2
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FATHER	I
It could not be a proper natural hole then	Z
Or 'twas not a right pebble for I found him	B2
Smoking with sweat quaking in every limb	B2
And panting so God knows where he had been	C2
When we were all asleep thro' bush and brake	D2
Up hill and down hill all alike full stretch	E2
At such a deadly rate	F2
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NATHANIEL	A
By land and water	I
Over the sea perhaps I have heard tell	G2
That 'tis some thousand miles almost at the end	H2
Of the world where witches go to meet the Devil	A
They used to ride on broomsticks and to smear	I2
Some ointment over them and then away	X
Out of the window but 'tis worse than all	J2
To worry the poor beasts so Shame upon it	L
That in a Christian country they should let	K2
Such creatures live	L2
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FATHER	I
And when there's such plain proof	M2
I did but threaten her because she robb'd	N2
Our hedge and the next night there came a wind	O2
That made me shake to hear it in my bed	P2
How came it that that storm unroofed my barn	Q2
And only mine in the parish look at her	I
And that's enough she has it in her face	A2
A pair of large dead eyes rank in her head	P2
Just like a corpse and purs'd with wrinkles round	R2
A nose and chin that scarce leave room between	S2
For her lean fingers to squeeze in the snuff	T2
And when she speaks I'd sooner hear a raven	K
Croak at my door she sits there nose and knees	A2
Smoak dried and shrivell'd over a starved fire	I
With that black cat beside her whose great eyes	A2
Shine like old Beelzebub's and to be sure	U2
It must be one of his imps aye nail it hard	V2
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NATHANIEL	A
I wish old Margery heard the hammer go	W2
She'd curse the music	X2
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FATHER	I
Here's the Curate coming	Y
He ought to rid the parish of such vermin	C2
In the old times they used to hunt them out	Y2
And hang them without mercy but Lord bless us	A2
The world is grown so wicked	Z2
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CURATE	A3
Good day Farmer	I
Nathaniel what art nailing to the threshold	B3
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NATHANIEL	A
A horse shoe Sir 'tis good to keep off witchcraft	C3
And we're afraid of Margery	E
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CURATE	A3
Poor old woman	K
What can you fear from her	I
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FATHER	I
What can we fear	I2
Who lamed the Miller's boy who rais'd the wind	O2
That blew my old barn's roof down who d'ye think	D3
Rides my poor horse a'nights who mocks the hounds	A2
But let me catch her at that trick again	Z
And I've a silver bullet ready for her	I
One that shall lame her double how she will	E3
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NATHANIEL	A
What makes her sit there moping by herself	F3
With no soul near her but that great black cat	G3
And do but look at her	I
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CURATE	A3
Poor wretch half blind	O2
And crooked with her years without a child	H3
Or friend in her old age 'tis hard indeed	U
To have her very miseries made her crimes	A2
I met her but last week in that hard frost	I3
That made my young limbs ache and when I ask'd	J3
What brought her out in the snow the poor old woman	K
Told me that she was forced to crawl abroad	K3
And pick the hedges just to keep herself	F3
From perishing with cold because no neighbour	I
Had pity on her age and then she cried	L3
And said the children pelted her with snow balls	A2
And wish'd that she were dead	P2
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FATHER	I
I wish she was	A2
She has plagued the parish long enough	T2
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CURATE	A3
Shame farmer	I
Is that the charity your bible teaches	A2
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FATHER	I
My bible does not teach me to love witches	A2
I know what's charity who pays his tithes	A2
And poor rates readier	I
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CURATE	A3
Who can better do it	L
You've been a prudent and industrious man	M3
And God has blest your labour	I
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FATHER	I
Why thank God Sir	I
I've had no reason to complain of fortune	K
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CURATE	A3
Complain why you are wealthy All the parish	N3
Look up to you	B
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FATHER	I
Perhaps Sir I could tell	G2
Guinea for guinea with the warmest of them	O3
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CURATE	A3
You can afford a little to the poor	I
And then what's better still you have the heart	P3
To give from your abundance	A2
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FATHER	I
God forbid	T
I should want charity	E
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CURATE	A3
Oh 'tis a comfort	Q3
To think at last of riches well employ'd	R3
I have been by a death bed and know the worth	S3
Of a good deed at that most awful hour	I
When riches profit not	T3
Farmer I'm going	Y
To visit Margery She is sick I hear	I
Old poor and sick a miserable lot	T3
And death will be a blessing You might send her	I
Some little matter something comfortable	A
That she may go down easier to the grave	U3
And bless you when she dies	A2
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FATHER	I
What is she going	Y
Well God forgive her then if she has dealt	V3
In the black art I'll tell my dame of it	L
And she shall send her something	Y
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CURATE	A3
So I'll say	A2
And take my thanks for her's 'goes'	A2
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FATHER	I
That's a good man	M3
That Curate Nat of ours to go and visit	A3
The poor in sickness but he don't believe	W3
In witchcraft and that is not like a christian	K
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NATHANIEL	A
And so old Margery's dying	Y
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FATHER	I
But you know	W2
She may recover so drive t'other nail in	C2