Nursery Rhyme. Cclxviii. Gaffers And Gammers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEFEF FGHGIDJD KFKFLMNM GOIOHGPG IDJD QCRC| The tale on which the following story is founded is found in a MS of the fifteenth century preserved in the Chetham Library at Manchester | A |
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| There was an old man who lived in a wood | B |
| As you may plainly see | C |
| He said he could do as much work in a day | D |
| As his wife could do in three | C |
| With all my heart the old woman said | E |
| If that you will allow | F |
| To morrow you'll stay at home in my stead | E |
| And I'll go drive the plough | F |
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| But you must milk the Tidy cow | F |
| For fear that she go dry | G |
| And you must feed the little pigs | H |
| That are within the sty | G |
| And you must mind the speckled hen | I |
| For fear she lay away | D |
| And you must reel the spool of yarn | J |
| That I spun yesterday | D |
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| The old woman took a staff in her hand | K |
| And went to drive the plough | F |
| The old man took a pail in his hand | K |
| And went to milk the cow | F |
| But Tidy hinched and Tidy flinched | L |
| And Tidy broke his nose | M |
| And Tidy gave him such a blow | N |
| That the blood ran down to his toes | M |
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| High Tidy ho Tidy high | G |
| Tidy do stand still | O |
| If ever I milk you Tidy again | I |
| 'Twill be sore against my will | O |
| He went to feed the little pigs | H |
| That were within the sty | G |
| He hit his head against the beam | P |
| And he made the blood to fly | G |
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| He went to mind the speckled hen | I |
| For fear she'd lay astray | D |
| And he forgot the spool of yarn | J |
| His wife spun yesterday | D |
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| So he swore by the sun the moon and the stars | Q |
| And the green leaves on the tree | C |
| If his wife didn't do a day's work in her life | R |
| She should ne'er be ruled by he | C |
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