The Fiddle And The Crowd Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEFGGAHCICI JAAFAKAKCFCFLFLFMMAL CCCCJAAF| WHEN the day was at its middle | A |
| Tired of limb and slow of pace | B |
| Came a fiddler with his fiddle | A |
| To a crowded market place | B |
| Lying cheating boasting bragging | C |
| Men and women walked together | D |
| Heads were nodding tongues were wagging | C |
| Talk there was of trade and weather | D |
| Talk there was of man's enslavement | E |
| To the tyrants Toil and Worry | F |
| Yet the fiddle on the pavement | E |
| Minding not the noise and hurry | F |
| Singing low and singing loud | G |
| Spoke its message to the crowd | G |
| Said the fiddle | A |
| 'Pause and listen | H |
| Can't you hear the waters running | C |
| Down the mossy mountain valleys | I |
| Don't you see the lyre bird sunning | C |
| Glossy plumes in fronded alleys | I |
| Life is glory life is glamour ' | J |
| Said the fiddle | A |
| In the middle | A |
| Of the tumult and the clamour | F |
| Though unheeded seemed the fiddle | A |
| Bidding each and all rejoice | K |
| When the day was at its middle | A |
| Yet beneath its magic voice | K |
| Laughing sobbing teasing fretting | C |
| Men and women met together | F |
| Smiled to find themselves forgetting | C |
| Troublous thoughts of trade and weather | F |
| One bethought him of a cavern | L |
| Cool and sweet with running water | F |
| And another of a tavern | L |
| And a tavern keeper's daughter | F |
| Ale to drink and lips to kiss | M |
| 'Twas the fiddle did all this | M |
| Said the fiddle | A |
| 'Hush and hearken | L |
| To the song that I am singing | C |
| For it is a song entrancing | C |
| Telling now of gladness ringing | C |
| Telling now of children dancing | C |
| Life is music life is glamour ' | J |
| Said the fiddle | A |
| In the middle | A |
| Of the tumult and the clamour | F |
Roderic Quinn
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