Part Ii: The Fields Of Coleraine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFGF HIFI JKL MINI OIII PQIQ RISI TUVU WBXB UBUB| On the fields of Col'raine there'll be labour in vain | A |
| Before the Great Western is ended | B |
| The nags will have toil'd and the silks will be soil'd | C |
| And the rails will require to be mended | D |
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| For the gullies are deep and the uplands are steep | E |
| And mud will of purls be the token | F |
| And the tough stringy bark that invites us to lark | G |
| With impunity may not be broken | F |
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| Though Ballarat's fast and they say he can last | H |
| And that may be granted hereafter | I |
| Yet the judge's decision to the Border division | F |
| Will bring neither shouting nor laughter | I |
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| And Blueskin I've heard that he goes like a bird | J |
| And I'm told that to back him would pay me | K |
| He's a good bit of stuff but not quite good enough | L |
| 'Non licuit credere famae ' | - |
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| Alfred ought to be there we all of us swear | M |
| By the blood of King Alfred his sire | I |
| He's not the real jam by the blood of his dam | N |
| So I shan't put him down as a flyer | I |
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| Now Hynam my boy I wish you great joy | O |
| I know that when fresh you can jump sir | I |
| But you'll scarce be in clover when you're ridden all over | I |
| And punish'd from shoulder to rump sir | I |
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| Archer goes like a shot they can put on their pot | P |
| And boil it to cover expenses | Q |
| Their pot will boil over the run of his Dover | I |
| He'll never earn over big fences | Q |
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| There's a horse in the race with a blaze on his face | R |
| And we know he can gallop a docker | I |
| He's proved himself stout of his speed there's no doubt | S |
| And his jumping's according to Cocker | I |
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| When Hynam's outstripp'd and when Alfred is whipp'd | T |
| To keep him in sight of the leaders | U |
| While Blueskin runs true but his backers look blue | V |
| For his rider's at work with the bleeders | U |
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| When his carcase of beef brings 'the bullock' to grief | W |
| And the rush of the tartan is ended | B |
| When Archer's in trouble who's that pulling double | X |
| And taking his leaps unextended | B |
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| He wins all the way and the rest sweet they say | U |
| Is the smell of the newly turn'd plough friend | B |
| But you smell it too close when it stops eyes and nose | U |
| And you can't tell your horse from your cow friend | B |
Adam Lindsay Gordon
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