The Old House And The New Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEBE BFEFGHIH JBDKLMEM HHBBENE MODOPCM QBFBREME DEMEBHNQ FMNMFHM EQFQHQMQ MEBENMEM HCFCBBRB BEQEHLML HEE MBEB EHBHQEBE MEMQBEQE NCHCCBCB EMBMBHMB| Is it only twelve mont' I play de fool | A |
| You're sure it 's correc' ma dear | B |
| I 'm glad for hearin' you spik dat way | C |
| For I t'ink it was twenty year | B |
| Since leffin' de leetle ole house below | D |
| I mak' wit' ma own two han' | E |
| For go on dat fine beeg place up dere | B |
| Mon Dieu I'm de crazy man | E |
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| You 'member we 're not very riche cherie | B |
| Dat tam we 're beginnin' life | F |
| Mese'f I'm twenty an' you eighteen | E |
| W'en I 'm bringin' you home ma wife | F |
| Many de worry an' troub' we got | G |
| An' some of dem was n't small | H |
| But not very long dey bodder us | I |
| For we work an' forget dem all | H |
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| An' you was de savin' woman too | J |
| Dere 's nobody beat you dere | B |
| An' I laugh w'en I t'ink of de tam you go | D |
| Over on Trois Rivieres | K |
| For payin' de bank you know how moche | L |
| We 're owin' for dat new place | M |
| W 'at was he sayin' de nice young man | E |
| Smilin' upon hees face | M |
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| W'en he got dat monee was all pure gole | H |
| Come down on your familee | H |
| For honder year an' mebbe more | B |
| 'Ma dame you 're excusin' me | B |
| But w'ere was you gettin' dis nice gole coin | E |
| Of Louis Quatorze hees tam | N |
| Wit' hees face on back of dem ev 'ry wan | E |
| For dey 're purty scase now Ma dam ' | - |
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| An' you say 'Dat 's not'ing at all M'sieu | M |
| Ma familee get dem t'ing | O |
| I suppose it's very long tam ago | D |
| W'en Louis Quatorze is King | O |
| An' I'm sorry poor feller he 's comin' dead | P |
| An' not leevin here to day | C |
| 'Cos man should be good on hees frien' M'sieu' | M |
| W'en de monee he mak' dat way ' | - |
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| Yass ev 'ry wan know we 're workin' hard | Q |
| An' savin' too all dem year | B |
| But nobody see us starve ourse'f | F |
| Dere 's plaintee to eat don 't fear | B |
| Bimeby our chil'ren dey 're growin' up | R |
| So we're doin' de bes' we can | E |
| Settle dem off on de firse good chance | M |
| An' geevin' dem leetle lan' | E |
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| An'den de troub' is begin to show | D |
| W 'en our daughter poor Caroline | E |
| Sha marry dat lawyer on Trois Rivieres | M |
| De beeges' fool never seen | E |
| Alway come home ev'ry summer sure | B |
| Bringin' her familee | H |
| All right for de chil'ren I don't min' dem | N |
| But de husban' sapree maudit | Q |
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| I wish I was close ma ear right off | F |
| W'en he talk of our leetle house | M |
| Dough I know w'en familee's comin' home | N |
| Dere is n't moche room for a mouse | M |
| He say 'Riche man lak youse'f can't leev' | F |
| On shaintee lak dis below | H |
| W'en t'ousan' dollar will buil' fin' place | M |
| Up on de hill en haut ' | - |
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| An' he talk about gallerie all aroun' | E |
| W'ere we sit on de summer night | Q |
| Watchin' de star on de sky above | F |
| W'ile de moon she was shinin' bright | Q |
| Could plant some apple tree dere also | H |
| An' flower an' I dunno w'at | Q |
| An' w'en de sun he 's begin to rise | M |
| Look at de view we got | Q |
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| Den he bring 'noder feller from Trois Rivieres | M |
| An' show w'at he call de plan | E |
| For makin' dem house on de w'ole contree | B |
| Mon Dieu how I hate dat man | E |
| 'Cos he 's talkin' away nearly all de tam | N |
| Lak trotter upon de race | M |
| Wall affer a w'ile we mak' our min' | E |
| For havin' dat nice new place | M |
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| So dey go ahead an' we let dem go | H |
| But stuff dey was t'row away | C |
| I 'm watchin' for dat an' I save mese'f | F |
| Mebbe twenty five cent a day | C |
| For you 're surely cheat if you don't tak' care | B |
| Very offen we fin' dat 's true | B |
| An' affer de house she was finish up | R |
| We 're geevin' it nam' Bellevue | B |
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| O yass I know we enjoy ourse'f | B |
| W'en our frien' dey was comin' roun' | E |
| An' say 'Dat 's very fine place you got | Q |
| Dere's not'ing upon de town | E |
| Or anyw'ere else for honder mile | H |
| Dis house Bellevue can touch | L |
| An' den let de horse eat de garden fence | M |
| Non we don't enjoy dat so moche | L |
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| An' of course we can't say not'ing at all | H |
| For it 's not correc' t'ing you know | E |
| But 'Never min' dat an' please come again | E |
| I'm sorry you got to go ' | - |
| Bapt me w'en I'm seeing beeg feller bus' | M |
| Our two dollar easy chair | B |
| Can't help it at all I got to go | E |
| Down on de cellar an' swear | B |
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| An' w'ere did we leev' on dat belle maison | E |
| Wan room an' de kitchen dat 's all | H |
| An' plaintee too for de man an' wife | B |
| An' you 'member de tam I fall | H |
| Off on de gallerie wan dark night | Q |
| I los' mese'f tryin' fin' | E |
| De winder dere on de grande parloir | B |
| For closin' it up de blin' | E |
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| An' al de tam de poor leetle house | M |
| Is down on de road below | E |
| I t'ink she was jealous dat fine new place | M |
| Up on de hill en haut | Q |
| For O she look lonesome by herse'f | B |
| De winder all broke an' gone | E |
| No smoke on de chimney comin' out | Q |
| No frien' stannin' dere not wan | E |
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| You 'member too w'en de fever come | N |
| An' ketch us wan winter day | C |
| W'at he call de shaintee our son in law | H |
| Dat 's w'ere dey pass away | C |
| Xavier Zo an' Euchariste | C |
| Our chil'ren wan two t'ree | B |
| I offen t'ink of de room dey die | C |
| An' I can't help cryin' me | B |
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| So we 'll go on de ole house once again | E |
| Long enough we been fool lak dis | M |
| Never min' w'at dey say bimeby ma chere | B |
| But geeve me de leetle kiss | M |
| Let dem stay on dat fine new place up dere | B |
| Our daughter an' son in law | H |
| For to morrow soon as de sun will rise | M |
| We 're goin' back home Hooraw | B |
William Henry Drummond
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