The Kelly Gang Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFGHIJIKLMNOPCP QRSRTUCUVOCWXYXYZA2B 2A2C2D2E2D2F2G2H2G2W I2F2I2F2GCWF2RJ2RF2K 2L2K2M2N2O2P2ML2Q2L2 R2S2T2S2MU2V2U2W2Q2Q Q2F2RX2RF2E2Y2E2Z2D2 L2D2MRA3RB3ZC3ZF2D3P 2D3E3F3F2F3CZG3ZH3MI 3MCBJ3BK3D2L2D2L3M3M 2WN3ZO3AP3OG2OQ3MR3M S3QT3QBU3CU3F2U2V3U2 F2D2E3D2Oh Paddy dear and did you hear | A |
The news that's going round | B |
On the head of bold Ned Kelly | C |
They have placed two thousand pound | B |
And on Steve Hart Joe Byrne and Dan | D |
Two thousand more they'd give | E |
But if the price was doubled boys | F |
The Kelly gang would live | G |
'Tis hard to think such plucky hearts | H |
In crime should be employed | I |
'Tis by police persecution | J |
They have all been much annoyed | I |
Revenge is sweet and in the bush | K |
They can defy the law | L |
Such sticking up and plundering | M |
You never saw before | N |
'Twas in November Seventy eight | O |
When theKelly Gang came down | P |
Just after shooting Kennedy | C |
To famed Euroa town | P |
To rod the bank of all its gold | Q |
Was their idea that day | R |
Blood horses they were mounted on | S |
To make their getaway | R |
So Kelly marched into the bank | T |
A cheque all in his hand | U |
For to have it changed for money | C |
Of Scott he did demand | U |
And when that he refused him | V |
He looking at him straight | O |
Said 'See here my name's Ned Kelly | C |
And this here man's my mate ' | W |
With pistols pointed at his nut | X |
Poor Scott did stand amazed | Y |
His stick he would have liked to cut | X |
But was with funk half crazed | Y |
The poor cashier with real fear | Z |
Stood trembling at the knees | A2 |
But at last they both seen 'twas no use | B2 |
And handed out the keys | A2 |
The safe was quickly gutted then | C2 |
The drawers turned out as well | D2 |
The Kellys being quite polite | E2 |
Like any noble swell | D2 |
With flimsies gold and silver coin | F2 |
The threepennies and all | G2 |
Amouning to two thousand pounds | H2 |
They made a glorious haul | G2 |
'Now hand out all your firearms ' | W |
The robber boldly said | I2 |
'And all your amunition | F2 |
Or a bullet through your head | I2 |
Now get your wife and children | F2 |
Come man now look alive | G |
All jump into this buggy | C |
And we'll take you for a drive ' | W |
They took them to a station | F2 |
About three miles away | R |
And kept them close imprisoned | J2 |
Until the following day | R |
The owner of the station | F2 |
And those in his employ | K2 |
And a few unwary travellers | L2 |
Their company did enjoy | K2 |
An indian hawker fell in too | M2 |
As everybody knows | N2 |
He came in handy to the gang | O2 |
By fitting them with clothes | P2 |
Then with their worn out clothing | M |
They made a few bonfires | L2 |
And then destroyed the telegraph | Q2 |
By cutting down the wires | L2 |
Oh Paddy dear do shed a tear | R2 |
I can't but sympathize | S2 |
Those Kellys are the devils | T2 |
For they've made another rise | S2 |
This time across the billabong | M |
On Morgan's ancient beat | U2 |
They've robbed the banks of thousands | V2 |
And in safety did retreat | U2 |
The matter may be serious Pat | W2 |
But still I can't but laugh | Q2 |
To think the tales the bobbies told | Q |
Must all amount to chaff | Q2 |
They said they had them all hemmed in | F2 |
They could not get away | R |
But they turned up in New South Wales | X2 |
And made the journey pay | R |
They rode into Jerilderie town | F2 |
At twelve o'clock at night | E2 |
Aroused the troopers from their beds | Y2 |
And gave them an awful fright | E2 |
They took them in their night shirts | Z2 |
Ashamed I am to tell | D2 |
They covered them with revolvers | L2 |
And locked them in a cell | D2 |
They next acquainted the womenfolk | M |
That they were going to stay | R |
And take possession of the camp | A3 |
Until the following day | R |
They fed their horses in the stalls | B3 |
Without the slightest fear | Z |
Then went to rest their weary limbs | C3 |
Till daylight did appear | Z |
Next morning being Sunday morn | F2 |
Of course they must be good | D3 |
They dressed themselves in troopers' clothes | P2 |
And Ned he chopped some wood | D3 |
No one there suspected them | E3 |
As troopers they did pass | F3 |
And Dan the most religious one | F2 |
Took the sergeant's wife to mass | F3 |
They spent the day most pleasantly | C |
Had plenty of good cheer | Z |
Fried beefsteak and onions | G3 |
Tomato sauce and beer | Z |
The ladies in attendance | H3 |
Indulged in pleasant talk | M |
And just to ease the troopers minds | I3 |
They took them for a walk | M |
On Monday morning early | C |
Still masters of the ground | B |
They took their horses to the forge | J3 |
And had them shod all round | B |
Then back they came and mounted | K3 |
Theri plans all laid so well | D2 |
In company with troopers | L2 |
They stuck up the Royal Hotel | D2 |
They bailed up all the occupants | L3 |
And placed them in a room | M3 |
Saying 'Do as we comand you | M2 |
Or death will be your doom ' | W |
A chineses cook 'No savvy' cried | N3 |
Not knowing what to fear | Z |
But they brought him to his senses | O3 |
With a lift under the ear | A |
All who now approached the house | P3 |
Just shared a similar fate | O |
In hardly any time at all | G2 |
The number was twenty eight | O |
They shouted freely for all hands | Q3 |
And paid for all they drank | M |
And two of them remained in charge | R3 |
And two went to the bank | M |
The farce was here repeated | S3 |
As I've already told | Q |
They bailed up all the banker's clerks | T3 |
And robbed them of their gold | Q |
The manager could not be found | B |
And Kelly in great wrath | U3 |
Searched high and low and luckily | C |
He found him in his bath | U3 |
The robbing o'er they mounted then | F2 |
To make a quick retreat | U2 |
They swept away with all their loot | V3 |
By Morgans' ancient beat | U2 |
And where they've gone I do not know | F2 |
If I did I wouldn't tell | D2 |
So now until I hear from them | E3 |
I'll bid you all farewell | D2 |
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