The Second Whip Explains Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCEFBFBGHGHIBIJ KLKLKMKMNONPQDQDRSRS LDLEKTKT| Now gatherin' 'ounds is a job I like | A |
| W'en the winter day draws in | B |
| W'en shadows are lyin' by every dyke | A |
| An' creepin' out o' the whin | B |
| W'en 'Armony 's missin' an' Houtcast too | C |
| An' the Master 'e says to me | D |
| 'Jim you go back to that gorse we drew | C |
| For it's there them beggars 'll be ' | E |
| Oh gatherin' 'ounds is the job I love | F |
| W'en the dark comes down on the thorn | B |
| An' the moon is 'ung in the sky above | F |
| Like a glitterin' 'untin' 'orn | B |
| W'en I ride the banks like a glidin' ghost | G |
| An' the dips like a witch o' fear | H |
| This is the job wot I loves the most | G |
| In the darkest days o' the year | H |
| Though it's me that knows that the cunnin' old rags | I |
| Will be 'alfway 'ome by now | B |
| ' course if you're sent for a 'ound wot lags | I |
| You must do as you're ordered 'ow | J |
| An' it's allus the custom so I've found | K |
| With a pack worth callin' a pack | L |
| That a Whip goes back for the missin' 'ound | K |
| An' it's mostly me goes back | L |
| Though I know the beggars is runnin' the road | K |
| On a breast high scent o' soup | M |
| Will I use my brains No I 'll be blowed | K |
| If I 'd ever so 'umble stoop | M |
| If they think that a fox'ound don't have wits | N |
| Let 'em think so then I say | O |
| Some folk must gather up sense by bits | N |
| As a fed 'oss gathers 'is 'ay | P |
| No I don't 'alf mind keepin' long late hours | Q |
| For it's all in the day for me | D |
| An' I know there's a glass to be 'ad at the Towers | Q |
| An' there's Oakwood Farm for tea | D |
| With a pail o' gruel all mixed I guess | R |
| An' a stall that the old 'oss knows | S |
| An' a seat by the kitchen fire wi' Bess | R |
| W'en the cook an' the 'ousemaid goes | S |
| An' that's wy I ride so cheery back | L |
| W'en the Master says to me | D |
| 'Jim ' wi' 'is keen heye hover the pack | L |
| I am two' ounds short or three ' | E |
| An' that's wy I 'm Houtcast's honly friend | K |
| An' 'Armony's life long pal | T |
| Because if they kept wi' the pack to the end | K |
| Well 'ow would I see my gal | T |
William Henry Ogilvie
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