How The Favourite Beat Us Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB ADED AFAF AGHG IJA CKL MNM OPAP QRSR TUAU VKWK VXYX| Aye said the boozer I tell you it's true sir | A |
| I once was a punter with plenty of pelf | B |
| But gone is my glory I'll tell you the story | C |
| How I stiffened my horse and got stiffened myself | B |
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| 'Twas a mare called the Cracker I came down to back her | A |
| But found she was favourite all of a rush | D |
| The folk just did pour on to lay six to four on | E |
| And several bookies were killed in the crush | D |
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| It seems old Tomato was stiff though a starter | A |
| They reckoned him fit for the Caulfield to keep | F |
| The Bloke and the Donah were scratched by their owner | A |
| He only was offered three fourths of the sweep | F |
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| We knew Salamander was slow as a gander | A |
| The mare could have beat him the length of the straight | G |
| And old Manumission was out of condition | H |
| And most of the others were running off weight | G |
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| No doubt someone 'blew it' for everyone knew it | I |
| The bets were all gone and I muttered in spite | J |
| 'If I can't get a copper by Jingo I'll stop her | A |
| Let the public fall in it will serve the brutes right ' | - |
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| I said to the jockey 'Now listen my cocky | C |
| You watch as you're cantering down by the stand | K |
| I'll wait where that toff is and give you the office | L |
| You're only to win if I lift up my hand ' | - |
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| I then tried to back her 'What price is the Cracker ' | - |
| 'Our books are all full sir ' each bookie did swear | M |
| My mind then I made up my fortune I played up | N |
| I bet every shilling against my own mare | M |
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| I strolled to the gateway the mare in the straight way | O |
| Was shifting and dancing and pawing the ground | P |
| The boy saw me enter and wheeled for his canter | A |
| When a darned great mosquito came buzzing around | P |
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| They breed 'em at Hexham it's risky to vex 'em | Q |
| They suck a man dry at a sitting no doubt | R |
| But just as the mare passed he fluttered my hair past | S |
| I lifted my hand and I flattened him out | R |
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| I was stunned when they started the mare simply darted | T |
| Away to the front when the flag was let fall | U |
| For none there could match her and none tried to catch her | A |
| She finished a furlong in front of them all | U |
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| You bet that I went for the boy whom I sent for | V |
| The moment he weighed and came out of the stand | K |
| Who paid you to win it Come own up this minute | W |
| Lord love yer said he why you lifted your hand | K |
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| 'Twas true by St Peter that cursed 'muskeeter' | V |
| Had broke me so broke that I hadn't a brown | X |
| And you'll find the best course is when dealing with horses | Y |
| To win when you're able and keep your hands down | X |
Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)
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