Annie Protheroe. A Legend Of Stratford-le-bow Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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OH listen to the tale of little ANNIE PROTHEROEA
She kept a small post office in the neighbourhood of BOWB
She loved a skilled mechanic who was famous in his dayC
A gentle executioner whose name was GILBERT CLAYC
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I think I hear you say A dreadful subject for your rhymesD
O reader do not shrink he didn't live in modern timesD
He lived so long ago the sketch will show it at a glanceE
That all his actions glitter with the lime light of RomanceE
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In busy times he laboured at his gentle craft all dayC
No doubt you mean his Cal craft you amusingly will sayC
But no he didn't operate with common bits of stringF
He was a Public Headsman which is quite another thingF
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And when his work was over they would ramble o'er the leaG
And sit beneath the frondage of an elderberry treeG
And ANNIE'S simple prattle entertained him on his walkH
For public executions formed the subject of her talkH
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And sometimes he'd explain to her which charmed her very muchI
How famous operators vary very much in touchI
And then perhaps he'd show how he himself performed the trickJ
And illustrate his meaning with a poppy and a stickJ
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Or if it rained the little maid would stop at home and lookK
At his favourable notices all pasted in a bookK
And then her cheek would flush her swimming eyes would dance withL
joyM
In a glow of admiration at the prowess of her boyM
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One summer eve at supper time the gentle GILBERT saidN
As he helped his pretty ANNIE to a slice of collared headN
This reminds me I must settle on the next ensuing dayC
The hash of that unmitigated villain PETER GRAYC
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He saw his ANNIE tremble and he saw his ANNIE startO
Her changing colour trumpeted the flutter at her heartO
Young GILBERT'S manly bosom rose and sank with jealous fearA
And he said O gentle ANNIE what's the meaning of this hereA
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And ANNIE answered blushing in an interesting wayC
You think no doubt I'm sighing for that felon PETER GRAYC
That I was his young woman is unquestionably trueA
But not since I began a keeping company with youA
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Then GILBERT who was irritable rose and loudly sworeA
He'd know the reason why if she refused to tell him moreA
And she answered all the woman in her flashing from her eyesP
You mustn't ask no questions and you won't be told no liesP
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Few lovers have the privilege enjoyed my dear by youA
Of chopping off a rival's head and quartering him tooA
Of vengeance dear to morrow you will surely take your fillQ
And GILBERT ground his molars as he answered her I willQ
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Young GILBERT rose from table with a stern determined lookK
And frowning took an inexpensive hatchet from its hookK
And ANNIE watched his movements with an interested airA
For the morrow for the morrow he was going to prepareA
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He chipped it with a hammer and he chopped it with a billQ
He poured sulphuric acid on the edge of it untilQ
This terrible Avenger of the Majesty of LawR
Was far less like a hatchet than a dissipated sawR
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And ANNIE said O GILBERT dear I do not understandS
Why ever you are injuring that hatchet in your hand '-
He said It is intended for to lacerate and flayC
The neck of that unmitigated villain PETER GRAYC
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Now GILBERT ANNIE answered wicked headsman just bewareA
I won't have PETER tortured with that horrible affairA
If you appear with that you may depend you'll rue the dayC
But GILBERT said Oh shall I which was just his nasty wayC
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He saw a look of anger from her eyes distinctly dartO
For ANNIE was a woman and had pity in her heartO
She wished him a good evening he answered with a glareA
She only said Remember for your ANNIE will be thereA
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The morrow GILBERT boldly on the scaffold took his standS
With a vizor on his face and with a hatchet in his handS
And all the people noticed that the Engine of the LawR
Was far less like a hatchet than a dissipated sawR
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The felon very coolly loosed his collar and his stockT
And placed his wicked head upon the handy little blockT
The hatchet was uplifted for to settle PETER GRAYC
When GILBERT plainly heard a woman's voice exclaiming StayC
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'Twas ANNIE gentle ANNIE as you'll easily believeU
O GILBERT you must spare him for I bring him a reprieveU
It came from our Home Secretary many weeks agoV
And passed through that post office which I used to keep at BowB
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I loved you loved you madly and you know it GILBERT CLAYC
And as I'd quite surrendered all idea of PETER GRAYC
I quietly suppressed it as you'll clearly understandS
For I thought it might be awkward if he came and claimed my handS
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In anger at my secret which I could not tell beforeA
To lacerate poor PETER GRAY vindictively you sworeA
I told you if you used that blunted axe you'd rue the dayC
And so you will young GILBERT for I'll marry PETER GRAYC
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AND SO SHE DIDW

William Schwenck Gilbert



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