Pedlar Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDE FFGGHHFF IIJJKKLLFF MMNNOOFF AAPPQQRRSSTTHH| Pedlar's coming down the street | A |
| Housewives beat a swift retreat | A |
| Don't you answer to the bell | B |
| Heedless what she has to sell | B |
| Just discreetly go inside | C |
| We must hang a board I fear | D |
| PEDLARS NOT PERMITTED HERE | E |
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| I'm trying to sell what nobody wants to buy | F |
| They turn me away but still I try and try | F |
| My arms are aching and my feet are sore | G |
| Heartsick and worn I drag from door to door | G |
| I ring bells meekly knock hold out my tray | H |
| But no one answers so I go away | H |
| I am so weary oh I want to cry | F |
| Trying to sell what no one wants to buy | F |
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| I do not blame them Maybe in their place | I |
| I'd slam the door shut in a pedlar's face | I |
| I don not know perhaps I'd raise their hopes | J |
| By looking at their pens and envelopes | J |
| Their pins and needles pencils spools of thread | K |
| Cheap tawdry stuff before I shake my head | K |
| And go back to my cosy kitchen nook | L |
| Without another thought or backward look | L |
| I would not see their pain nor hear their sigh | F |
| Trying to sell what no one wants to buy | F |
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| I know I am a nuisance I can see | M |
| They only buy because they pity me | M |
| They may I've had a cottage of my own | N |
| A husband children now I am alone | N |
| Friendless in all the world The bitter years | O |
| Have crushed me robbed me of my dears | O |
| All all I've lost my only wish to die | F |
| Selling my trash that no one wants to buy | F |
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| Pedlar's beating a retreat | A |
| Poor old thing her face is sweet | A |
| her figure frail her hair snow white | P |
| Dogone it Every door's shut tight | P |
| Say Ma how much for all you've got | Q |
| Hell here's ten bucks I'll take the lot | Q |
| Go get yourself a proper feed | R |
| A little of the rest you need | R |
| I've got a mother looks like you | S |
| I'd hate her doing what you do | S |
| No don't get sloppy can the mush | T |
| Praying for me all that slush | T |
| But please don't come again this way | H |
| Ten bucks is all I draw a day | H |
Robert William Service
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