The Cunning Woman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ IKIK LMLM NONO MPMP QOQO RSRS IGBG BTIT BUBU BVBA RMRM WAWA XYXY UIZB DA2DA2 B2AB2A BBB2B C2B2D2B2 AB2AB2 VRE2R F2B2E2B2| On all Arcadia's sunny plain | A |
| On all Arcadia's hill | B |
| None were so blithe as BILL and JANE | A |
| So blithe as JANE and BILL | B |
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| No social earthquake e'er occurred | C |
| To rack their common mind | D |
| To them a Panic was a word | C |
| A Crisis empty wind | D |
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| No Stock Exchange disturbed the lad | E |
| With overwhelming shocks | F |
| BILL ploughed with all the shares he had | E |
| JANE planted all her stocks | F |
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| And learn in what a simple way | G |
| Their pleasures they enhanced | H |
| JANE danced like any lamb all day | G |
| BILL piped as well as danced | H |
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| Surrounded by a twittling crew | I |
| Of linnet lark and thrush | J |
| BILL treated his young lady to | I |
| This sentimental gush | J |
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| Oh JANE how true I am to you | I |
| How true you are to me | K |
| And how we woo and how we coo | I |
| So fond a pair are we | K |
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| To think dear JANE that anyways | L |
| Your chiefest end and aim | M |
| Is one of these fine summer days | L |
| To bear my humble name | M |
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| Quoth JANE Well as you put the case | N |
| I'm true enough no doubt | O |
| But then you see in this here place | N |
| There's none to cut you out | O |
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| But oh if anybody came | M |
| A Lord or any such | P |
| I do not think your humble name | M |
| Would fascinate me much | P |
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| For though your mates you often boast | Q |
| You distance out and out | O |
| Still in the abstract you're a most | Q |
| Uncompromising lout | O |
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| Poor BILL he gave a heavy sigh | R |
| He tried in vain to speak | S |
| A fat tear started to each eye | R |
| And coursed adown each cheek | S |
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| For oh right well in truth he knew | I |
| That very self same day | G |
| The LORD DE JACOB PILLALOO | B |
| Was coming there to stay | G |
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| The LORD DE JACOB PILLALOO | B |
| All proper maidens shun | T |
| He loves all women it is true | I |
| But never marries one | T |
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| Now JANE with all her mad self will | B |
| Was no coquette oh no | U |
| She really loved her faithful BILL | B |
| And thus she tuned her woe | U |
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| Oh willow willow o'er the lea | B |
| And willow once again | V |
| The Peer will fall in love with me | B |
| Why wasn't I made plain | A |
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| A cunning woman lived hard by | R |
| A sorceressing dame | M |
| MACCATACOMB DE SALMON EYE | R |
| Was her uncommon name | M |
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| To her good JANE with kindly yearn | W |
| For BILL'S increasing pain | A |
| Repaired in secrecy to learn | W |
| How best to make her plain | A |
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| Oh JANE the worthy woman said | X |
| This mystic phial keep | Y |
| And rub its liquor in your head | X |
| Before you go to sleep | Y |
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| When you awake next day I trow | U |
| You'll look in form and hue | I |
| To others just as you do now | Z |
| But not to PILLALOO | B |
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| When you approach him you will find | D |
| He'll think you coarse unkempt | A2 |
| And rudely bid you get behind | D |
| With undisguised contempt | A2 |
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| The LORD DE PILLALOO arrived | B2 |
| With his expensive train | A |
| And when in state serenely hived | B2 |
| He sent for BILL and JANE | A |
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| Oh spare her LORD OF PILLALOO | B |
| Said BILL if wed you be | B |
| There's anything I'D rather do | B2 |
| Than flirt with LADY P | B |
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| The Lord he gazed in Jenny's eyes | C2 |
| He looked her through and through | B2 |
| The cunning woman's prophecies | D2 |
| Were clearly coming true | B2 |
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| LORD PILLALOO the Rustic's Bane | A |
| Bad person he and proud | B2 |
| HE LAUGHED HA HA AT PRETTY JANE | A |
| AND SNEERED AT HER ALOUD | B2 |
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| He bade her get behind him then | V |
| And seek her mother's stye | R |
| Yet to her native countrymen | E2 |
| She was as fair as aye | R |
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| MACCATACOMB continue green | F2 |
| Grow SALMON EYE in might | B2 |
| Except for you there might have been | E2 |
| The deuce's own delight | B2 |
William Schwenck Gilbert
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