The New Church Organ Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEF AGAGHIHIJKJK GLGLMNMNOPOP GQGQRDRDNLNL NSNSTUTUVWVW XYXYAIAINZNA2 B2LB2LAC2AC2KLKL AGAGND2ND2OYOY E2

They 've got a brand new organ SueA
For all their fuss and searchB
They've done just as they said they'd doA
And fetched it into churchB
They're bound the critter shall be seenC
And on the preacher's rightD
They've hoisted up their new machineC
In every body's sightD
They've got a chorister and choirE
Ag'in' my voice and voteF
For it was never my desireE
To praise the Lord by noteF
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I've been a sister good an' trueA
For five an' thirty yearG
I've done what seemed my part to doA
An' prayed my duty clearG
I've sung the hymns both slow and quickH
Just as the preacher readI
And twice when Deacon Tubbs was sickH
I took the fork an' ledI
And now their bold new fangled waysJ
Is comin' all aboutK
And I right in my latter daysJ
Am fairly crowded outK
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To day the preacher good old dearG
With tears all in his eyesL
Read I can read my title clearG
To mansions in the skiesL
I al'ays liked that blessed hymnM
I s'pose I al'ays willN
It somehow gratifies my whimM
In good old OrtonvilleN
But when that choir got up to singO
I couldn't catch a wordP
They sung the most dog gondest thingO
A body ever heardP
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Some worldly chaps was standin' nearG
An' when I see them grinQ
I bid farewell to every fearG
And boldly waded inQ
I thought I'd chase their tune alongR
An' tried with all my mightD
But though my voice is good an' strongR
I couldn't steer it rightD
When they was high then I was lowN
An' also contrawiseL
An' I too fast or they too slowN
To mansions in the skiesL
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An' after every verse you knowN
They play a little tuneS
I didn't understand an' soN
I started in too soonS
I pitched it pretty middlin' highT
I fetched a lusty toneU
But oh alas I found that IT
Was singin' there aloneU
They laughed a little I am toldV
But I had done my bestW
And not a wave of trouble rolledV
Across my peaceful breastW
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And Sister Brown I could but lookX
She sits right front of meY
She never was no singin' bookX
An' never went to beY
But then she al'ays tried to doA
The best she could she saidI
She understood the time right throughA
An' kep' it with her headI
But when she tried this mornin' ohN
I had to laugh or coughZ
It kep' her head a bobbin' soN
It e'en a'most came offA2
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An' Deacon Tubbs he all broke downB2
As one might well supposeL
He took one look at Sister BrownB2
And meekly scratched his noseL
He looked his hymn book through and throughA
And laid it on the seatC2
And then a pensive sigh he drewA
And looked completely beatC2
An' when they took another boutK
He didn't even riseL
But drawed his red bandanner outK
An' wiped his weepin' eyesL
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I've been a sister good an' trueA
For five an' thirty yearG
I've done what seemed my part to doA
An' prayed my duty clearG
But Death will stop my voice I knowN
For he is on my trackD2
And some day I to church will goN
And never more come backD2
And when the folks gets up to singO
Whene'er that time shall beY
I do not want no patent thingO
A squealin' over meY
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William Mckendree Carleton



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