The Hill Of San Sebastian Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABAACDAEBDE AFGHBFBHIJGEBJAE AJAKLJAKMAAFNAMF FFOBAFAFAFAECAE PNDAMNM QDRF MDFB SAMFTAFFUBIEABFE

I ought to feel more satisfy an' happy danA
I beB
For better husban' dan ma own it 's veryB
hard to fin'A
An' plaintee woman if dey got such boy an'A
girl as meB
Would never have no troub' at all an'A
not'ing on deir min'A
But w'ile dey're alway wit' me an' dough IC
love dem allD
I can't help t'inkin' w'en I watch de chil'renA
out at playE
Of tam I'm jus' lak dat mese'f an' den deB
tear will fallD
For de hill of St Sebastien is very far awayE
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It seem so pleasan' w'en I come off here tenA
year agoF
An' hardes' work I 'm gettin' den was neverG
heavy loadH
De roughes' place is smoot' enough deB
quickes' gait is slowF
For glad I am to foller w'ere Louis lead deB
roadH
But somet'ing 's comin' over me I feel itI
more an' moreJ
It 's alway pullin' on de heart an' strongerG
ev'ry dayE
An' O I long to see again de reever an' deB
shoreJ
W'ere de hill of St Sebastien is lookin' onA
de bayE
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I use to t'ink it 's fine t'ing once to stan' uponA
de doorJ
An' see de great beeg medder dere stretchin'A
far an' wideK
An' smell de pleasan' flower dat grow lak starL
on de prairie floorJ
An' watch de spotted antelope was feedin'A
ev'ry sideK
How did we gain it man an' wife dis lan' wasM
no man 's lan'A
By rifle an' harrow an' plow shovel an'A
spade an' hoeF
De blessin' of good God up above an' work ofN
our own strong han'A
Till it stan' on de middle our leetle nes'M
w'ere de wheat an' cornfiel' growF
-
An' soon de chil'ren fill de house wit' musiqueF
all day longF
De sam' ma moder use to sing on de cradleO
over meB
I'm almos' sorry it 's be my fault dey learnA
dem ole tam songF
W'at good is it tak' me off lak dat back onA
ma own countreeF
Till de reever once more I see again an' lissenA
it 's current flowF
An' dere's Hercule de ferry man cmoin'A
across de bayE
Wat' s use of foolin' me lak dat for surely IC
mus' knowA
de hill of St Sebastien is very far awayE
-
W'en Louis ketch me dat summer nightP
watchin' de sky aboveN
Seein' de mountain an' de lake wit' smallD
boat sailin' roun'A
He kiss me an' say 'Toinette I'm glad disM
prairie lan' you loveN
For travel de far you can ma belle it 'sM
fine 's on top de groun' '-
Jus' w'en I 'm lookin' dat beeg cloud tooQ
standin' dere lak a wallD
Sam' as de hill I know so well home on maR
own countreeF
-
Good job I was cryin' quiet den an' LouisM
can't hear at allD
But I kiss de poor feller an' laugh an' neverF
say not'ing meB
-
W'at can you do wit' man lak dat an' w'y amS
I bodder soA
De firse t'ing he might fin' it out den heesM
heart will feel it soreF
An' if he say 'Come home Toinette ' I 'mT
sure I mus' answer 'No'A
For if I 'm seein' dat place again I neverF
return no moreF
So let de heart break I don't care I won'tU
say not'ing meB
I'll mak' dat promise on mese'f an' kip itI
night an' dayE
But O Mon Dieu how glad how glad an'A
happy I could beB
If de hill of St Sebastien was not so farF
awayE

William Henry Drummond



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