John Day. - A Pathetic Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDC EFGF HIJI KLML NOPO QRSR TBUB VNWX YZA2Z ZQWQ B2C2D2C2 E2F2G2F2 H2I2J2I2 K2L2M2L2 N2WO2W HP2Q2R2 QS2G2S2A Day after the Fair Old Proverb | A |
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John Day he was the biggest man | B |
Of all the coachman kind | C |
With back too broad to be conceived | D |
By any narrow mind | C |
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The very horses knew his weight | E |
When he was in the rear | F |
And wished his box a Christmas box | G |
To come but once a year | F |
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Alas against the shafts of love | H |
What armor can avail | I |
Soon Cupid sent an arrow through | J |
His scarlet coat of mail | I |
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The barmaid of the Crown he loved | K |
From whom he never ranged | L |
For though he changed his horses there | M |
His love he never changed | L |
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He thought her fairest of all fares | N |
So fondly love prefers | O |
And often among twelve outsides | P |
Deemed no outside like hers | O |
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One day as she was sitting down | Q |
Beside the porter pump | R |
He came and knelt with all his fat | S |
And made an offer plump | R |
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Said she my taste will never learn | T |
To like so huge a man | B |
So I must beg you will come here | U |
As little as you can | B |
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But still he stoutly urged his suit | V |
With vows and sighs and tears | N |
Yet could not pierce her heart altho' | W |
He drove the Dart for years | X |
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In vain he wooed in vain he sued | Y |
The maid was cold and proud | Z |
And sent him off to Coventry | A2 |
While on his way to Stroud | Z |
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He fretted all the way to Stroud | Z |
And thence all back to town | Q |
The course of love was never smooth | W |
So his went up and down | Q |
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At last her coldness made him pine | B2 |
To merely bones and skin | C2 |
But still he loved like one resolved | D2 |
To love through thick and thin | C2 |
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O Mary view my wasted back | E2 |
And see my dwindled calf | F2 |
Tho' I have never had a wife | G2 |
I've lost my better half | F2 |
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Alas in vain he still assail'd | H2 |
He heart withstood the dint | I2 |
Though he had carried sixteen stone | J2 |
He could not move a flint | I2 |
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Worn out at last he made a vow | K2 |
To break his being's link | L2 |
For he was so reduced in size | M2 |
At nothing he could shrink | L2 |
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Now some will talk in water's praise | N2 |
And waste a deal of breath | W |
But John tho' he drank nothing else | O2 |
He drank himself to death | W |
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The cruel maid that caused his love | H |
Found out the fatal close | P2 |
For looking in the butt she saw | Q2 |
The butt end of his woes | R2 |
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Some say his spirit haunts the Crown | Q |
But that is only talk | S2 |
For after riding all his life | G2 |
His ghost objects to walk | S2 |
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