A Voice From The Town Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABACAD EFEFGHGH IJKJEGEG LGLGAMAM IGKGGGGG NONOPCPD NQNQNNNN GGGGARAR AGAGGGGG| I thought in the days of the droving | A |
| Of steps I might hope to retrace | B |
| To be done with the bush and the roving | A |
| And settle once more in my place | B |
| With a heart that was well nigh to breaking | A |
| In the long lonely rides on the plain | C |
| I thought of the pleasure of taking | A |
| The hand of a lady again | D |
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| I am back into civilization | E |
| Once more in the stir and the strife | F |
| But the old joys have lost their sensation | E |
| The light has gone out of my life | F |
| The men of my time they have married | G |
| Made fortunes or gone to the wall | H |
| Too long from the scene I have tarried | G |
| And somehow I'm out of it all | H |
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| For I go to the balls and the races | I |
| A lonely companionless elf | J |
| And the ladies bestow all their graces | K |
| On others less grey than myself | J |
| While the talk goes around I'm a dumb one | E |
| 'Midst youngsters that chatter and prate | G |
| And they call me The Man who was Someone | E |
| Way back in the year Sixty eight | G |
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| And I look sour and old at the dancers | L |
| That swing to the strains of the band | G |
| And the ladies all give me the Lancers | L |
| No waltzes I quite understand | G |
| For matrons intent upon matching | A |
| Their daughters with infinite push | M |
| Would scarce think him worthy the catching | A |
| The broken down man from the bush | M |
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| New partners have come and new faces | I |
| And I of the bygone brigade | G |
| Sharply feel that oblivion my place is | K |
| I must lie with the rest in the shade | G |
| And the youngsters fresh featured and pleasant | G |
| They live as we lived fairly fast | G |
| But I doubt if the men of the present | G |
| Are as good as the men of the past | G |
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| Of excitement and praise they are chary | N |
| There is nothing much good upon earth | O |
| Their watchword is nil admirari | N |
| They are bored from the days of their birth | O |
| Where the life that we led was a revel | P |
| They wince and relent and refrain | C |
| I could show them the road to the devil | P |
| Were I only a youngster again | D |
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| I could show them the road where the stumps are | N |
| The pleasures that end in remorse | Q |
| And the game where the Devil's three trumps are | N |
| The woman the card and the horse | Q |
| Shall the blind lead the blind shall the sower | N |
| Of wind read the storm as of yore | N |
| Though they get to their goal somewhat slower | N |
| They march where we hurried before | N |
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| For the world never learns just as we did | G |
| They gallantly go to their fate | G |
| Unheeded all warnings unheeded | G |
| The maxims of elders sedate | G |
| As the husbandman patiently toiling | A |
| Draws a harvest each year from the soil | R |
| So the fools grow afresh for the spoiling | A |
| And a new crop of thieves for the spoil | R |
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| But a truce to this dull moralizing | A |
| Let them drink while the drops are of gold | G |
| I have tasted the dregs 'twere surprising | A |
| Were the new wine to me like the old | G |
| And I weary for lack of employment | G |
| In idleness day after day | G |
| For the key to the door of enjoyment | G |
| Is Youth and I've thrown it away | G |
Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)
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