A Dream Of The Melbourne Cup Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Bring me a quart of colonial beer	A
And some doughy damper to make good cheer	A
I must make a heavy dinner	B
Heavily dine and heavily sup	C
Of indigestible things fill up	C
Next month they run the Melbourne Cup	C
And I have to dream the winner	B
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Stoke it in boys the half cooked ham	D
The rich ragout and the charming cham	D
I've got to mix my liquor	B
Give me a gander's gaunt hind leg	E
Hard and tough as a wooden peg	E
And I'll keep it down with a hard boiled egg	E
'Twill make me dream the quicker	B
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Now that I'm full of fearful feed	F
Oh but I'll dream of a winner indeed	F
In my restless troubled slumber	B
While the night mares race through my heated brain	G
And their devil riders spur amain	G
The trip for the Cup will reward my pain	G
And I'll spot the winning number	B
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Thousands and thousands and thousands more	H
Like sands on the white Pacific shore	H
The crowding people cluster	B
For evermore is the story old	I
While races are bought and backers are sold	I
Drawn by the greed of the gain of gold	I
In their thousands still they muster	B
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And the bookies' cries grow fierce and hot	J
I'll lay the Cup The double if not	J
Five monkeys Little John sir	B
Here's fives bar one I lay I lay	K
And so they shout through the livelong day	K
And stick to the game that is sure to pay	K
While fools put money on sir	B
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And now in my dream I seem to go	L
And bet with a book that I seem to know	L
A Hebrew money lender	B
A million to five is the price I get	M
Not bad but before I book the bet	M
The horse's name I clean forget	M
Its number and even gender	B
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Now for the start and here they come	N
And the hoof strokes roar like a mighty drum	N
Beat by a hand unsteady	O
They come like a rushing roaring flood	P
Hurrah for the speed of the Chester blood	P
For Acme is making the pace so good	Q
They are some of 'em done already	O
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But round the track she begins to tire	B
And a mighty shout goes up Crossfire	R
The magpie jacket's leading	S
And Crossfire challenges fierce and bold	I
And the lead she'll have and the lead she'll hold	I
But at length gives way to the black and gold	I
Which right to the front is speeding	S
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Carry them on and keep it up	C
A flying race is the Melbourne Cup	C
You must race and stay to win it	T
And old Commotion Victoria's pride	U
Now takes the lead with his raking stride	U
And a mighty roar goes far and wide	U
There's only Commotion in it	T
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But one draws out from the beaten ruck	V
And up on the rails by a piece of luck	V
He comes in a style that's clever	B
It's Trident Trident Hurrah for Hales	W
Go at 'em now while their courage fails	W
Trident Trident for New South Wales	W
The blue and white for ever	B
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Under the whip with the ears flat back	X
Under the whip though the sinews crack	X
No sign of the base white feather	B
Stick to it now for your breeding's sake	Y
Stick to it now though your hearts should break	Y
While the yells and roars make the grand stand shake	Y
They come down the straight together	B
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Trident slowly forges ahead	Z
The fierce whips cut and the spurs are red	Z
The pace is undiminished	A2
Now for the Panics that never fail	B2
But many a backer's face grows pale	B2
As old Commotion swings his tail	B2
And swerves and the Cup is finished	A2
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And now in my dream it all comes back	X
I bet my coin on the Sydney crack	X
A million I've won no question	G
Give me my money you hook nosed hog	C2
Give me my money bookmaking dog	D2
But he disappeared in a kind of fog	C2
And I woke with the indigestion	G

Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)

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