Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)

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Brumby's Run Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGI JKJK LGMG NONO PQPQ RSRS BHBI

It lies beyond the Western PinesA
Beneath the sinking sunB
And not a survey mark definesA
The bounds of Brumby's RunB
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On odds and ends of mountain landC
On tracks of range and rockD
Where no one else can make a standC
Old Brumby rears his stockD
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A wild unhandled lot they areE
Of every shape and breedF
They venture out 'neath moon and starE
Along the flats to feedF
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But when the dawn makes pink the skyG
And steals along the plainH
The Brumby horses turn and flyG
Back to the hills againI
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The traveler by the mountain trackJ
May hear the hoof beats passK
And catch a glimpse of brown and blackJ
Dim shadows on the grassK
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The eager stock horse pricks his earsL
And lifts his head on highG
In wild excitement when he hearsM
The Brumby mob go byG
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Old Brumby asks no price or feeN
O'er all his wide domainsO
The man who yards his stock is freeN
To keep them for his painsO
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So off to scour the mountain sideP
With eager eyes aglowQ
To strongholds where the wild mobs hideP
The gully rakers goQ
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A rush of horses through the treesR
A red shirt making playS
A sound of stockwhips on the breezeR
They vanish far awayS
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Ah me before our day is doneB
We long with bitter painH
To ride once more on Brumby's RunB
And yard his mob againI

Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)



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