Lines To Mary. - Old Bailey Ballads Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A ABAB CDCE FBFB GHGH IJIJ KGKG AEAE JAJA LMLN AOAO PQPP POPO PAPA| At No Newgate Favored by Mr Wontner | A |
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| O Mary I believed you true | A |
| And I was blest in so believing | B |
| But till this hour I never knew | A |
| That you were taken up for thieving | B |
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| Oh when I snatch'd a tender kiss | C |
| Or some such trifle when I courted | D |
| You said indeed that love was bliss | C |
| But never owned you were transported | E |
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| But then to gaze on that fair face | F |
| It would have been an unfair feeling | B |
| To dream that you had pilfered lace | F |
| And Flint's had suffered from your stealing | B |
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| Or when my suit I first preferred | G |
| To bring your coldness to repentance | H |
| Before I hammer'd out a word | G |
| How could I dream you heard a sentence | H |
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| Or when with all the warmth of youth | I |
| I strove to prove my love no fiction | J |
| How could I guess I urged a truth | I |
| On one already past conviction | J |
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| How could I dream that ivory part | K |
| Your hand where I have look'd and linger'd | G |
| Altho' it stole away my heart | K |
| Had been held up as one light fingered | G |
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| In melting verse your charms I drew | A |
| The charms in which my muse delighted | E |
| Alas the lay I thought was new | A |
| Spoke only what had been indicted | E |
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| Oh when that form a lovely one | J |
| Hung on the neck its arms had flown to | A |
| I little thought that you had run | J |
| A chance of hanging on your own too | A |
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| You said you pick'd me from the world | L |
| My vanity it now must shock it | M |
| And down at once my pride is hurled | L |
| You've pick'd me and you've pick'd a pocket | N |
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| Oh when our love had got so far | A |
| The banns were read by Doctor Daly | O |
| Who asked if there was any bar | A |
| Why did not some one shout Old Bailey | O |
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| But when you robed your flesh and bones | P |
| In that pure white that angel garb is | Q |
| Who could have thought you Mary Jones | P |
| Among the Joans that link with Darbies | P |
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| And when the parson came to say | P |
| My goods were yours if I had got any | O |
| And you should honor and obey | P |
| Who could have thought O Bay of Botany | O |
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| But oh the worst of all your slips | P |
| I did not till this day discover | A |
| That down in Deptford's prison ships | P |
| O Mary you've a hulking lover | A |
Thomas Hood
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