Poet Sidney Lanier

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Nine From Eight Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDDDDEDDE AFAFAEAEEDDEDDE EDEDGHGHHIIEDDE HHHHHHHHHIIEDDE EAEADDDDDHHEDDE J

I was drivin' my two mule wagginA
With a lot o' truck for saleB
Towards Macon to git some baggin'A
Which my cotton was ready to baleB
And I come to a place on the side o' the pikeC
Whar a peert little winter branch jest had throw'dD
The sand in a kind of a sand bar likeC
And I seed a leetle ways up the roadD
A man squattin' down like a big bull toadD
On the ground a figgerin' thar in the sandD
With his finger and motionin' with his handD
And he looked like Ellick GarryE
And as I driv up I heerd him bleatD
To hisself like a lamb Hauh nine from eightD
Leaves nuthin' and none to carryE
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And Ellick's bull cart was standin'A
A cross wise of the wayF
And the little bull was a expandin'A
Hisself on a wisp of hayF
But Ellick he sat with his head bent downA
A studyin' and musin' powerfullyE
And his forrud was creased with a turrible frownA
And he was a wurken' appearentlyE
A 'rethmetic sum that wouldn't geeE
Fur he kep' on figgerin' away in the sandD
With his finger and motionin' with his handD
And I seed it WAS Ellick GarryE
And agin I heard him softly bleatD
To hisself like a lamb Hauh nine from eightD
Leaves nuthin' and none to carryE
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I woa'd my mules mighty easyE
Ellick's back was towards the roadD
And the wind hit was sorter breezyE
And I got down off'n my loadD
And I crep' up close to Ellick's backG
And I heerd him a talkin' softly thusH
Them figgers is got me under the hackG
I caint see how to git out'n the mussH
Except to jest nat'ally fail and bus'H
My crap leen calls for nine hundred and moreI
My counts o' sales is eight hundred and fourI
Of cotton for Ellick GarryE
Thar's eight ought four jest like on a slateD
Here's nine and two oughts Hauh nine from eightD
Leaves nuthin' and none to carryE
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Them crap leens oh them crap leensH
I giv one to Pardman and SharksH
Hit gobbled me up like snap beansH
In a patch full o' old fiel' larksH
But I thought I could fool the crap leen niceH
And I hauled my cotton to Jammel and ConesH
But shuh 'fore I even had settled my priceH
They tuck affidavy without no bonesH
And levelled upon me fur all ther loansH
To the 'mount of sum nine hundred dollars or moreI
And sold me out clean for eight hundred and fourI
As sure as I'm Ellick GarryE
And thar it is down all squar and straightD
But I can't make it gee fur nine from eightD
Leaves nuthin' and none to carryE
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Then I says Hello here GarryE
However you star' and frownA
Thare's somethin' fur YOU to carryE
Fur you've worked it upside downA
Then he riz and walked to his little bull cartD
And made like he neither had seen nor heerdD
Nor knowed that I knowed of his raskilly partD
And he tried to look as if HE wa'nt fearedD
And gathered his lines like he never keeredD
And he driv down the road 'bout a quarter or soH
And then looked around and I hollered HelloH
Look here Mister Ellick GarryE
You may git up soon and lie down lateD
But you'll always find that nine from eightD
Leaves nuthin' and none to carryE
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Macon GeorgiaJ

Sidney Lanier



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