Off The Ground Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFEGHIHDHEHFJKJ LBKBHMFMFKFKHNDNDDGD LOHPNFQFLHKHKHLHHLDL DDLRDKHRSDDDDSDSDLDL DHDHTHKHHDKDHNDNHHKH LHHDDDLKKSHSR

Three jolly FarmersA
Once bet a poundB
Each dance the others wouldC
Off the groundB
Out of their coatsD
They slipped right soonE
And neat and nicesomeF
Put each his shoonE
One Two ThreeG
And away they goH
Not too fastI
And not too slowH
Out from the elm tree'sD
Noonday shadowH
Into the sunE
And across the meadowH
Past the schoolroomF
With knees well bentJ
Fingers a flickingK
They dancing wentJ
Up sides and overL
And round and roundB
They crossed click clackingK
The Parish boundB
By Tupman's meadowH
They did their mileM
Tee to tumF
On a three barred stileM
Then straight through WhiphamF
Downhill to WeekK
Footing it lightsomeF
But not too quickK
Up fields to WatchetH
And on through WyeN
Till seven fine churchesD
They'd seen slip byN
Seven fine churchesD
And five old millsD
Farms in the valleyG
And sheep on the hillsD
Old Man's AcreL
And Dead Man's PoolO
All left behindH
As they danced through WoolP
And Wool gone byN
Like tops that seemF
To spin in sleepQ
They danced in dreamF
Withy WelloverL
Wassop WoH
Like an old clockK
Their heels did goH
A league and a leagueK
And a league they wentH
And not one wearyL
And not one spentH
And log and beholdH
Past Willow cum LeighL
Stretched with its watersD
The great green seaL
Says Farmer BatesD
'I puffs and I blowsD
What's under the waterL
Why no man knows 'R
Says Farmer GilesD
'My mind comes weakK
And a good man drowndedH
Is far to seek 'R
But Farmer TurveyS
On twirling toesD
Up's with his gaitersD
And in he goesD
Down where the mermaidsD
Pluck and playS
On their twangling harpsD
In a sea green dayS
Down where the mermaidsD
Finned and fairL
Sleek with their combsD
Their yellow hairL
Bates and GilesD
On the shingle satH
Gazing at Turvey'sD
Floating hatH
But never a rippleT
Nor bubble toldH
Where he was suppingK
Off plates of goldH
Never an echoH
Rilled through the seaD
Of the feasting and dancingK
And minstrelsyD
They called called calledH
Came no replyN
Nought but the ripples'D
Sandy sighN
Then glum and silentH
They sat insteadH
Vacantly broodingK
On home and bedH
Till both togetherL
Stood up and saidH
'Us knows not dreams notH
Where you beD
Turvey unlessD
In the deep blue seaD
But axcusing silverL
And it comes most willingK
Here's us two paying our forty shillingK
For it's sartin sure TurveyS
Safe and soundH
You danced us a square TurveyS
Off the ground 'R

Walter De La Mare



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