The Widower Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED FGFG HIJI EKLK MNMN| Oh I have worn my mourning out | A |
| And on her grave the green grass grows | B |
| So I will hang each sorry clout | A |
| High in the corn to scare the crows | B |
| And I will buy a peacock tie | C |
| And coat of cloth of Donegal | D |
| Then to the Farmer's Fair I'll hie | E |
| And peek in at the Barley Ball | D |
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| But though the fiddlers saw a jig | F |
| I used to foot when I was wed | G |
| I'll walk me home and feed the pig | F |
| And go a lonesome man to bed | G |
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| So I will wait another year | H |
| As any decent chap would do | I |
| Till I can think without a tear | J |
| Of her whose eyes were cornflower blue | I |
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| Then to the Harvest Ball I'll hie | E |
| And I will wear a flower sprigged vest | K |
| For Maggie has a nut brown eyes | L |
| And we will foot it with the best | K |
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| And if kind minded she should be | M |
| To wife me 'tis the will if God | N |
| But Oh the broken heart f me | M |
| For her who lies below the sod | N |
Robert William Service
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