Over The Hill From The Poor-house Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCAAD EEFFGGD HHIIJJKK LLMMNNOOPPQQRJSSTTUU VVWWXXYYPPQQZZ LLAAA2A2PPCCB2B2C2C2 D2D2D AAE2E2ZZF2F2OOJJD G2G2AAMMLLH2H2I2I2J2 J2 K2K2L2L2MMM2M2OOLLDI who was always counted they say | A |
Rather a bad stick any way | A |
Splintered all over with dodges and tricks | B |
Known as the worst of the Deacon's six | B |
I the truant saucy and bold | C |
The one black sheep in my father's fold | C |
Once on a time as the stories say | A |
Went over the hill on a winter's day | A |
Over the hill to the poor house | D |
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Tom could save what twenty could earn | E |
But givin' was somethin' he ne'er would learn | E |
Isaac could half o' the Scriptur's speak | F |
Committed a hundred verses a week | F |
Never forgot an' never slipped | G |
But Honor thy father and mother he skipped | G |
So over the hill to the poor house | D |
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As for Susan her heart was kind | H |
An' good what there was of it mind | H |
Nothin' too big an' nothin' too nice | I |
Nothin' she wouldn't sacrifice | I |
For one she loved an' that 'ere one | J |
Was herself when all was said an' done | J |
An' Charley an' 'Becca meant well no doubt | K |
But any one could pull 'em about | K |
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An' all o' our folks ranked well you see | L |
Save one poor fellow and that was me | L |
An' when one dark an' rainy night | M |
A neighbor's horse went out o' sight | M |
They hitched on me as the guilty chap | N |
That carried one end o' the halter strap | N |
An' I think myself that view of the case | O |
Wasn't altogether out o' place | O |
My mother denied it as mothers do | P |
But I am inclined to believe 'twas true | P |
Though for me one thing might be said | Q |
That I as well as the horse was led | Q |
And the worst of whisky spurred me on | R |
Or else the deed would have never been done | J |
But the keenest grief I ever felt | S |
Was when my mother beside me knelt | S |
An' cried an' prayed till I melted down | T |
As I wouldn't for half the horses in town | T |
I kissed her fondly then an' there | U |
An' swore henceforth to be honest and square | U |
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I served my sentence a bitter pill | V |
Some fellows should take who never will | V |
And then I decided to go out West | W |
Concludin' 'twould suit my health the best | W |
Where how I prospered I never could tell | X |
But Fortune seemed to like we me well | X |
An' somehow every vein I struck | Y |
Was always bubblin' over with luck | Y |
An' better than that I was steady an' true | P |
An' put my good resolutions through | P |
But I wrote to a trusty old neighbor an' said | Q |
You tell 'em old fellow that I am dead | Q |
An' died a Christian 'twill please 'em more | Z |
Than if I had lived the same as before | Z |
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But when this neighbor he wrote to me | L |
Your mother's in the poor house says he | L |
I had a resurrection straightway | A |
An' started for her that very day | A |
And when I arrived where I was grown | A2 |
I took good care that I shouldn't be known | A2 |
But I bought the old cottage through and through | P |
Of some one Charley had sold it to | P |
And held back neither work nor gold | C |
To fix it up as it was of old | C |
The same big fire place wide an' high | B2 |
Flung up its cinders toward the sky | B2 |
The old clock ticked on the corner shelf | C2 |
I wound it an' set it agoin' myself | C2 |
An' if every thing wasn't just the same | D2 |
Neither I nor money was to blame | D2 |
Then over the hill to the poor house | D |
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One blowin' blusterin' winter's day | A |
With a team an' cutter I started away | A |
My fiery nags was as black as coal | E2 |
They some'at resembled the horse I stole | E2 |
I hitched an' entered the poor house door | Z |
A poor old woman was scrubbin' the floor | Z |
She rose to her feet in great surprise | F2 |
And looked quite startled into my eyes | F2 |
I saw the whole of her trouble's trace | O |
In the lines that marred her dear old face | O |
Mother I shouted your sorrows is done | J |
You're adopted along o' your horse thief son | J |
Come over the hill from the poor house | D |
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She didn't faint she knelt by my side | G2 |
An' thanked the Lord till I fairly cried | G2 |
An' maybe our ride wasn't pleasant an' gay | A |
An' maybe she wasn't wrapped up that day | A |
An' maybe our cottage wasn't warm an' bright | M |
An' maybe it wasn't a pleasant sight | M |
To see her a gettin' the evenin's tea | L |
An' frequently stoppin' and kissin' me | L |
An' maybe we didn't live happy for years | H2 |
In spite of my brothers' and sisters' sneers | H2 |
Who often said as I have heard | I2 |
That they wouldn't own a prison bird | I2 |
Though they're gettin' over that I guess | J2 |
For all of 'em owe me more or less | J2 |
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But I've learned one thing an' it cheers a man | K2 |
In always a doin' the best he can | K2 |
That whether on the big book a blot | L2 |
Gets over a fellow's name or not | L2 |
Whenever he does a deed that's white | M |
It's credited to him fair and right | M |
An' when you hear the great bugle's notes | M2 |
An' the Lord divides his sheep an' goats | M2 |
However they may settle my case | O |
Wherever they may fix my place | O |
My good old Christian mother you'll see | L |
Will be sure to stand right up for me | L |
With over the hill from the poor house | D |
Will Carleton
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