The Child An' The Mowers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AAAABCBC AAAABDBD AAAAAEAE AFAFFBFB

O AYE they had woone child bezideA
An' a finer your eyes never metA
Twer a dear little fellow that diedA
In the summer that come wi' such hetA
By the mowers too thoughtless in funB
He wer then a zent off vrom our eyesC
Vrom the light ov the dew dryen zunB
Aye vrom days under the blue hollow'd skiesC
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He went out to the mowers in meadeA
When the zun wer a rose to his heightA
An' the men wer a swingen the sneadA
Wi' their earms in white sleeves left an' rightA
An' out there as they rested at noonB
O they drench'd en vrom eale horns too deepD
Till his thoughts wer a drown'd in a swoonB
Aye his life wer a smother'd in sleepD
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Then they laid en there right on the groundA
On a grass heap a zweltren wi'hetA
Wi' his heair all a wetted aroundA
His young feace wi' the big drops o' zweatA
In his little left palm he'd a zetA
Wi' his right hand his vore finger's tipE
As vor zome hat he woulden vorgetA
Aye zome thought that he woulden let slipE
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Then they took en in hwome to his bedA
An' he rose vrom his pillow noo mworeF
Vor the curls on his sleek little headA
To be blown by the wind out o' doorF
Vor he died while the hay russled greyF
On the staddle so leately begunB
Lik' the mown grass a dried by the dayF
Aye the zwath flow'r's a killed by the zunB

William Barnes



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