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 Sue | A |
| For all their fuss and search | B |
| They've done just as they said they'd do | A |
| And fetched it into church | B |
| They're bound the critter shall be seen | C |
| And on the preacher's right | D |
| They've hoisted up their new machine | C |
| In every body's sight | D |
| They've got a chorister and choir | E |
| Ag'in' my voice and vote | F |
| For it was never my desire | E |
| To praise the Lord by note | F |
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| I've been a sister good an' true | A |
| For five an' thirty year | G |
| I've done what seemed my part to do | A |
| An' prayed my duty clear | G |
| I've sung the hymns both slow and quick | H |
| Just as the preacher read | I |
| And twice when Deacon Tubbs was sick | H |
| I took the fork an' led | I |
| And now their bold new fangled ways | J |
| Is comin' all about | K |
| And I right in my latter days | J |
| Am fairly crowded out | K |
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| To day the preacher good old dear | G |
| With tears all in his eyes | L |
| Read I can read my title clear | G |
| To mansions in the skies | L |
| I al'ays liked that blessed hymn | M |
| I s'pose I al'ays will | N |
| It somehow gratifies my whim | M |
| In good old Ortonville | N |
| But when that choir got up to sing | O |
| I couldn't catch a word | P |
| They sung the most dog gondest thing | O |
| A body ever heard | P |
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| Some worldly chaps was standin' near | G |
| An' when I see them grin | Q |
| I bid farewell to every fear | G |
| And boldly waded in | Q |
| I thought I'd chase their tune along | R |
| An' tried with all my might | D |
| But though my voice is good an' strong | R |
| I couldn't steer it right | D |
| When they was high then I was low | N |
| An' also contrawise | L |
| An' I too fast or they too slow | N |
| To mansions in the skies | L |
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| An' after every verse you know | N |
| They play a little tune | S |
| I didn't understand an' so | N |
| I started in too soon | S |
| I pitched it pretty middlin' high | T |
| I fetched a lusty tone | U |
| But oh alas I found that I | T |
| Was singin' there alone | U |
| They laughed a little I am told | V |
| But I had done my best | W |
| And not a wave of trouble rolled | V |
| Across my peaceful breast | W |
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| And Sister Brown I could but look | X |
| She sits right front of me | Y |
| She never was no singin' book | X |
| An' never went to be | Y |
| But then she al'ays tried to do | A |
| The best she could she said | I |
| She understood the time right through | A |
| An' kep' it with her head | I |
| But when she tried this mornin' oh | N |
| I had to laugh or cough | Z |
| It kep' her head a bobbin' so | N |
| It e'en a'most came off | A2 |
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| An' Deacon Tubbs he all broke down | B2 |
| As one might well suppose | L |
| He took one look at Sister Brown | B2 |
| And meekly scratched his nose | L |
| He looked his hymn book through and through | A |
| And laid it on the seat | C2 |
| And then a pensive sigh he drew | A |
| And looked completely beat | C2 |
| An' when they took another bout | K |
| He didn't even rise | L |
| But drawed his red bandanner out | K |
| An' wiped his weepin' eyes | L |
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| I've been a sister good an' true | A |
| For five an' thirty year | G |
| I've done what seemed my part to do | A |
| An' prayed my duty clear | G |
| But Death will stop my voice I know | N |
| For he is on my track | D2 |
| And some day I to church will go | N |
| And never more come back | D2 |
| And when the folks gets up to sing | O |
| Whene'er that time shall be | Y |
| I do not want no patent thing | O |
| A squealin' over me | Y |
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| nbsp | E2 |
William Mckendree Carleton
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