The Girt Woak Tree That's In The Dell Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCBBDDEEEEFFAA EEGGDDHIJKEELLMMAA BBDDNNEEAAEEDDEEDDAAThe girt woak tree that's in the dell | A |
There's noo tree I do love so well | A |
Vor times an' times when I wer young | B |
I there've a climbed an' there've a zwung | B |
An' picked the eacorns green a shed | C |
In wrestlen storms vrom his broad head | C |
An' down below's the cloty brook | B |
Where I did vish with line an' hook | B |
An' beat in playsome dips and zwims | D |
The foamy stream wi' white skinned lim's | D |
An' there my mother nimbly shot | E |
Her knitten needles as she zot | E |
At evenen down below the wide | E |
Woak's head wi' father at her zide | E |
An' I've a played wi' many a bwoy | F |
That's now a man an' gone awoy | F |
Zoo I do like noo tree so well | A |
'S the girt woak tree that's in the dell | A |
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An' there in leater years I roved | E |
Wi' thik poor maid I fondly loved | E |
The maid too feair to die so soon | G |
When evenen twilight or the moon | G |
Cast light enough 'ithin the pleace | D |
To show the smiles upon her feace | D |
Wi' eyes so clear's the glassy pool | H |
An' lips an' cheaks so soft as wool | I |
There han' in han' wi' bosoms warm | J |
Wi' love that burned but thought noo harm | K |
Below the wide boughed tree we passed | E |
The happy hours that went too vast | E |
An' though she'll never be my wife | L |
She's still my leaden star o' life | L |
She's gone an' she've a left to me | M |
Her mem'ry in the girt woak tree | M |
Zoo I do love noo tree so well | A |
'S the girt woak tree that's in the dell | A |
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An' oh mid never ax nor hook | B |
Be brought to spweil his steately look | B |
Nor ever roun' his ribby zides | D |
Mid cattle rub ther heairy hides | D |
Nor pigs rout up his turf but keep | N |
His lwonesome sheade vor harmless sheep | N |
An' let en grow an' let en spread | E |
An' let en live when I be dead | E |
But oh if men should come an' vell | A |
The girt woak tree that's in the dell | A |
An' build his planks 'ithin the zide | E |
O' zome girt ship to plough the tide | E |
Then life or death I'd goo to sea | D |
A sailen wi' the girt woak tree | D |
An' I upon his planks would stand | E |
An' die a fighten vor the land | E |
The land so dear the land so free | D |
The land that bore the girt woak tree | D |
Vor I do love noo tree so well | A |
'S the girt woak tree that's in the dell | A |
William Barnes
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