Gone With A Handsomer Man Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCC CCDD EEFF GGHH GGII CCJJ G GKK EEHH LLMN IIOO PPQQ CCRR SSTT UVFF WWGG XXOO Y Z A2 A2HH AAB2B2 A C2 D2D2UV E2E2FF F2| JOHN | A |
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| I'VE worked in the field all day a plowin' the stony streak | B |
| I've scolded my team till I'm hoarse I've tramped till my legs are weak | B |
| I've choked a dozen swears so's not to tell Jane fibs | C |
| When the plow p'int struck a stone and the handles punched my ribs | C |
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| I've put my team in the barn and rubbed their sweaty coats | C |
| I've fed 'em a heap of hay and half a bushel of oats | C |
| And to see the way they eat makes me like eatin' feel | D |
| And Jane won't say to night that I don't make out a meal | D |
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| Well said the door is locked but here she's left the key | E |
| Under the step in a place known only to her and me | E |
| I wonder who's dyin' or dead that she's hustled off pell mell | F |
| But here on the table's a note and probably this will tell | F |
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| Good God my wife is gone my wife is gone astray | G |
| The letter it says Good bye for I'm a going away | G |
| I've lived with you six months John and so far I've been true | H |
| But I'm going away to day with a handsomer man than you | H |
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| A han'somer man than me Why that ain't much to say | G |
| There's han'somer men than me go past here every day | G |
| There's han'somer men than me I ain't of the han'some kind | I |
| But a lovin'er man than I was I guess she'll never find | I |
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| Curse her curse her I say and give my curses wings | C |
| May the words of love I've spoke be changed to scorpion stings | C |
| Oh she filled my heart with joy she emptied my heart of doubt | J |
| And now with a scratch of a pen she lets my heart's blood out | J |
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| Curse her curse her say I she'll some time rue this day | G |
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| She'll some time learn that hate is a game that two can play | G |
| And long before she dies she'll grieve she ever was born | K |
| And I'll plow her grave with hate and seed it down to scorn | K |
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| As sure as the world goes on there'll come a time when she | E |
| Will read the devilish heart of that han'somer man than me | E |
| And there'll be a time when he will find as others do | H |
| That she who is false to one can be the same with two | H |
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| And when her face grows pale and when her eyes grow dim | L |
| And when he is tired of her and she is tired of him | L |
| She'll do what she ought to have done and coolly count the cost | M |
| And then she'll see things clear and know what she has lost | N |
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| And thoughts that are now asleep will wake up in her mind | I |
| And she will mourn and cry for what she has left behind | I |
| And maybe she'll sometimes long for me for me but no | O |
| I've blotted her out of my heart and I will not have it so | O |
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| And yet in her girlish heart there was somethin' or other she had | P |
| That fastened a man to her and wasn't entirely bad | P |
| And she loved me a little I think although it didn't last | Q |
| But I mustn't think of these things I've buried 'em in the past | Q |
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| I'll take my hard words back nor make a bad matter worse | C |
| She'll have trouble enough she shall not have my curse | C |
| But I'll live a life so square and I well know that I can | R |
| That she always will sorry be that she went with that han'somer man | R |
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| Ah here is her kitchen dress it makes my poor eyes blur | S |
| It seems when I look at that as if 'twas holdin' her | S |
| And here are her week day shoes and there is her week day hat | T |
| And yonder's her weddin' gown I wonder she didn't take that | T |
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| 'Twas only this mornin' she came and called me her dearest dear | U |
| And said I was makin' for her a regular paradise here | V |
| O God if you want a man to sense the pains of hell | F |
| Before you pitch him in just keep him in heaven a spell | F |
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| Good bye I wish that death had severed us two apart | W |
| You've lost a worshiper here you've crushed a lovin' heart | W |
| I'll worship no woman again but I guess I'll learn to pray | G |
| And kneel as you used to kneel before you run away | G |
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| And if I thought I could bring my words on heaven to bear | X |
| And if I thought I had some little influence there | X |
| I would pray that I might be if it only could be so | O |
| As happy and gay as I was a half an hour ago | O |
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| JANE | Y |
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| entering | Z |
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| Why John what a litter here you've thrown things all around | A2 |
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| Come what's the matter now and what 've you lost or found | A2 |
| And here's my father here a waiting for supper too | H |
| I've been a riding with him he's that handsomer man than you | H |
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| Ha ha Pa take a seat while I put the kettle on | A |
| And get things ready for tea and kiss my dear old John | A |
| Why John you look so strange Come what has crossed your track | B2 |
| I was only a joking you know I'm willing to take it back | B2 |
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| JOHN | A |
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| aside | C2 |
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| Well now if this ain't a joke with rather a bitter cream | D2 |
| It seems as if I'd woke from a mighty ticklish dream | D2 |
| And I think she smells a rat for she smiles at me so queer | U |
| I hope she don't good Lord I hope that they didn't hear | V |
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| 'Twas one of her practical drives she thought I'd understand | E2 |
| But I'll never break sod again till I get the lay of the land | E2 |
| But one thing's settled with me to appreciate heaven well | F |
| 'Tis good for a man to have some fifteen minutes of hell | F |
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William Mckendree Carleton
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