The Kelly Gang Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFGHIJIKLMNOPCP QRSRTUCUVOCWXYXYZA2B 2A2C2D2E2D2F2G2H2G2W I2F2I2F2GCWF2RJ2RF2K 2L2K2M2N2O2P2ML2Q2L2 R2S2T2S2MU2V2U2W2Q2Q Q2F2RX2RF2E2Y2E2Z2D2 L2D2MRA3RB3ZC3ZF2D3P 2D3E3F3F2F3CZG3ZH3MI 3MCBJ3BK3D2L2D2L3M3M 2WN3ZO3AP3OG2OQ3MR3M S3QT3QBU3CU3F2U2V3U2 F2D2E3D2| Oh 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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