Gone With A Handsomer Man. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCC CCDD EEFF GGHH GGII CCJJ G G GKK EEHH LLMN IIOO PPQQ CCRR SSTT UVFF WWGG XXOO Y Z A2 A2 A2HH AAB2B2 A C2 D2D2UV E2E2FF F2 LLLHHH CCCGGG G2G2G2DDD ZZZEEE CCCH2H2H2 LLLI2 I2 I2I2 F2F2F2GGG J2J2SI I II GGGK2K2L2K2 M2M2M2GGG EEEGGG N2N2N2O2O2O2 P2P2P2ZZZ Q2Q2Q2 Q2 I2I2I2 R2R2R2GGG S2S2S2JJJ N2N2N2G2G2G2JOHN | A |
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I've worked in the field all day a plowin' the stony streak | B |
I've scolded my team till I'm hoarse I've tramped till my legs are weak | B |
I've choked a dozen swears so's not to tell Jane fibs | C |
When the plow p'int struck a stone and the handles punched my ribs | C |
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I've put my team in the barn and rubbed their sweaty coats | C |
I've fed 'em a heap of hay and half a bushel of oats | C |
And to see the way they eat makes me like eatin' feel | D |
And Jane won't say to night that I don't make out a meal | D |
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Well said the door is locked but here she's left the key | E |
Under the step in a place known only to her and me | E |
I wonder who's dyin' or dead that she's hustled off pell mell | F |
But here on the table's a note and probably this will tell | F |
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Good God my wife is gone my wife is gone astray | G |
The letter it says Good bye for I'm a going away | G |
I've lived with you six months John and so far I've been true | H |
But I'm going away to day with a handsomer man than you | H |
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A han'somer man than me Why that ain't much to say | G |
There's han'somer men than me go past here every day | G |
There's han'somer men than me I ain't of the han'some kind | I |
But a lovin'er man than I was I guess she'll never find | I |
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Curse her curse her I say and give my curses wings | C |
May the words of love I've spoke be changed to scorpion stings | C |
Oh she filled my heart with joy she emptied my heart of doubt | J |
And now with a scratch of a pen she lets my heart's blood out | J |
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Curse her curse her say I she'll some time rue this day | G |
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CURSE HER CURSE HER SAY I SHE'LL SOME TIME RUE THIS DAY | G |
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She'll some time learn that hate is a game that two can play | G |
And long before she dies she'll grieve she ever was born | K |
And I'll plow her grave with hate and seed it down to scorn | K |
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As sure as the world goes on there'll come a time when she | E |
Will read the devilish heart of that han'somer man than me | E |
And there'll be a time when he will find as others do | H |
That she who is false to one can be the same with two | H |
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And when her face grows pale and when her eyes grow dim | L |
And when he is tired of her and she is tired of him | L |
She'll do what she ought to have done and coolly count the cost | M |
And then she'll see things clear and know what she has lost | N |
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And thoughts that are now asleep will wake up in her mind | I |
And she will mourn and cry for what she has left behind | I |
And maybe she'll sometimes long for me for me but no | O |
I've blotted her out of my heart and I will not have it so | O |
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And yet in her girlish heart there was somethin' or other she had | P |
That fastened a man to her and wasn't entirely bad | P |
And she loved me a little I think although it didn't last | Q |
But I mustn't think of these things I've buried 'em in the past | Q |
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I'll take my hard words back nor make a bad matter worse | C |
She'll have trouble enough she shall not have my curse | C |
But I'll live a life so square and I well know that I can | R |
That she always will sorry be that she went with that han'somer man | R |
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Ah here is her kitchen dress it makes my poor eyes blur | S |
It seems when I look at that as if 'twas holdin' her | S |
And here are her week day shoes and there is her week day hat | T |
And yonder's her weddin' gown I wonder she didn't take that | T |
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'Twas only this mornin' she came and called me her dearest dear | U |
And said I was makin' for her a regular paradise here | V |
O God if you want a man to sense the pains of hell | F |
Before you pitch him in just keep him in heaven a spell | F |
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Good bye I wish that death had severed us two apart | W |
You've lost a worshiper here you've crushed a lovin' heart | W |
I'll worship no woman again but I guess I'll learn to pray | G |
And kneel as you used to kneel before you run away | G |
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And if I thought I could bring my words on heaven to bear | X |
And if I thought I had some little influence there | X |
I would pray that I might be if it only could be so | O |
As happy and gay as I was a half an hour ago | O |
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JANE | Y |
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entering | Z |
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Why John what a litter here you've thrown things all around | A2 |
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WHY JOHN WHAT A LITTER HERE YOU'VE THROWN THINGS ALL AROUND | A2 |
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Come what's the matter now and what 've you lost or found | A2 |
And here's my father here a waiting for supper too | H |
I've been a riding with him he's that handsomer man than you | H |
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Ha ha Pa take a seat while I put the kettle on | A |
And get things ready for tea and kiss my dear old John | A |
Why John you look so strange Come what has crossed your track | B2 |
I was only a joking you know I'm willing to take it back | B2 |
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JOHN | A |
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aside | C2 |
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Well now if this ain't a joke with rather a bitter cream | D2 |
It seems as if I'd woke from a mighty ticklish dream | D2 |
And I think she smells a rat for she smiles at me so queer | U |
I hope she don't good Lord I hope that they didn't hear | V |
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'Twas one of her practical drives she thought I'd understand | E2 |
But I'll never break sod again till I get the lay of the land | E2 |
But one thing's settled with me to appreciate heaven well | F |
'Tis good for a man to have some fifteen minutes of hell | F |
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JOHNNY RICH | F2 |
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Raise the light a little Jim | L |
For it's getting rather dim | L |
And with such a storm a howlin' 'twill not do to douse the glim | L |
Hustle down the curtains Lu | H |
Poke the fire a little Su | H |
This is somethin' of a flurry mother somethin' of a whew | H |
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Goodness gracious how it pours | C |
How it beats ag'in the doors | C |
You will have a hard one Jimmy when you go to do the chores | C |
Do not overfeed the gray | G |
Give a plenty to the bay | G |
And be careful with your lantern when you go among the hay | G |
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See the horses have a bed | G2 |
When you've got 'em fairly fed | G2 |
Feed the cows that's in the stable and the sheep that's in the shed | G2 |
Give the spotted cow some meal | D |
Where the brindle can not steal | D |
For she's greedy as a porker and as slipp'ry as an eel | D |
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Hang your lantern by the ring | Z |
On a nail or on a string | Z |
For the Durham calf 'll bunt it if there's any such a thing | Z |
He's a handsome one to see | E |
And a knowin' one is he | E |
I stooped over t'other morning and he up and went for me | E |
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Rover thinks he hears a noise | C |
Just keep still a minute boys | C |
Nellie hold your tongue a second and be silent with your toys | C |
Stop that barkin' now you whelp | H2 |
Or I'll kick you till you yelp | H2 |
Yes I hear it 'tis somebody that's callin' out for help | H2 |
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Get the lantern Jim and Tom | L |
Mother keep the babies calm | L |
And we'll follow up that halloa and we'll see where it is from | L |
'Tis a hairy sort of night | I2 |
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'TIS A HAIRY SORT OF NIGHT FOR A MAN TO FACE AND FIGHT | I2 |
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For a man to face and fight | I2 |
And the wind is blowin' Hang it Jimmy bring another light | I2 |
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Ah 'twas you then Johnny Rich | F2 |
Yelling out at such a pitch | F2 |
For a decent man to help you while you fell into the ditch | F2 |
'Tisn't quite the thing to say | G |
But we ought to've let you lay | G |
While your drunken carcass died a drinkin' water any way | G |
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And to see you on my floor | J2 |
And to hear the way you snore | J2 |
Now we've lugged you under shelter and the danger all is o'er | S |
And you lie there quite resigned | I |
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AND YOU LIE THERE QUITE RESIGNED WHISKY DEAF AND WHISKY BLIND | I |
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Whisky deaf and whisky blind | I |
And it will not hurt your feelin's so I guess I'll free my mind | I |
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Do you mind you thievin' dunce | G |
How you robbed my orchard once | G |
Takin' all the biggest apples leavin' all the littlest runts | G |
Do you mind my melon patch | K2 |
How you gobbled the whole batch | K2 |
Stacked the vines and sliced the greenest melons just to raise the | L2 |
scratch | K2 |
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Do you think you drunken wag | M2 |
It was any thing to brag | M2 |
To be cornered in my hen roost with two pullets in a bag | M2 |
You are used to dirty dens | G |
You have often slept in pens | G |
I've a mind to take you out there now and roost you with the hens | G |
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Do you call to mind with me | E |
How one night you and your three | E |
Took my wagon all to pieces for to hang it on a tree | E |
How you hung it up you eels | G |
Straight and steady by the wheels | G |
I've a mind to take you out there now and hang you by your heels | G |
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How the Fourth of last July | N2 |
When you got a little high | N2 |
You went back to Wilson's counter when you thought he wasn't nigh | N2 |
How he heard some specie chink | O2 |
And was on you in a wink | O2 |
And you promised if he'd hush it that you never more would drink | O2 |
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Do you mind our temperance hall | P2 |
How you're always sure to call | P2 |
And recount your reformation with the biggest speech of all | P2 |
How you talk and how you sing | Z |
That the pledge is just the thing | Z |
How you sign it every winter and then smash it every spring | Z |
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Do you mind how Jennie Green | Q2 |
Was as happy as a queen | Q2 |
When you walked with her on Sunday looking sober straight and clean | Q2 |
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WHEN YOU WALKED WITH HER ON SUNDAY LOOKING SOBER STRAIGHT AND CLEAN | Q2 |
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How she cried out half her sight | I2 |
When you staggered by next night | I2 |
Twice as dirty as a serpent and a hundred times as tight | I2 |
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How our hearts with pleasure warmed | R2 |
When your mother though it stormed | R2 |
Run up here one day to tell us that you truly had reformed | R2 |
How that very self same day | G |
When upon her homeward way | G |
She run on you where you'd hidden full three quarters o'er the bay | G |
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Oh you little whisky keg | S2 |
Oh you horrid little egg | S2 |
You're goin' to destruction with your swiftest foot and leg | S2 |
I've a mind to take you out | J |
Underneath the water spout | J |
Just to rinse you up a little so you'll know what you're about | J |
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But you've got a handsome eye | N2 |
And although I can't tell why | N2 |
Somethin' somewhere in you always lets you get another try | N2 |
So for all that I have said | G2 |
I'll not douse you but instead | G2 |
I will strip you I will rub you I will put you into bed | G2 |
Will Carleton
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