John Gilbert (bushranger) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B CCDD EFAG HDII JJKK DDJJ JJLL MMNN MMDD

He and his gang stuck up the township of Canowindra for two days inA
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Air Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pieB
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John Gilbert was a bushranger of terrible renownC
For sticking lots of people up and shooting others downC
John Gilbert said unto his pals Although they make a bobberyD
About our tricks we have never done a tip top thing in robberyD
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We have all of us a fancy for experiments in pillageE
Yet never have we seized a town or even sacked a villageF
John Gilbert said unto his mates Though partners we have beenA
In all rascality yet we no festal day have seenG
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John Gilbert said he thought he saw no obstacle to hinder aH
Piratical descent upon the town of CanowindraD
So into Canowindra town rode Gilbert and his menI
And all the Canowindra folk subsided there and thenI
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The Canowindra populace cried Here's a lot of strangersJ
But immediately recovered when they found they were bushrangersJ
And Johnny Gilbert said to them You need not be afraidK
We are only old companions whom bushrangers you have madeK
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And Johnny Gilbert said said he We'll never hurt a hairD
Of men who bravely recognise that we are just all thereD
The New South Welshmen said at once not making any fussJ
That Johnny Gilbert after all was Just but one of usJ
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So Johnny Gilbert took the town including public housesJ
And treated all the cockatoos and shouted for their spousesJ
And Miss O'Flanagan performed in manner quite gintaillyL
Upon the grand planner for the bushranger O'MeallyL
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And every stranger passing by they took and when they got himM
They robbed him of his money and occasionally shot himM
And Johnny's enigmatic feat admits of this solutionN
That bushranging in New South Wales is a favoured institutionN
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So Johnny Gilbert ne'er allows an anxious thought to fetch himM
For well he knows the Government don't really want to ketch himM
And if such practices should be to New South Welshmen dearD
With not the least demurring word ought we to interfereD

Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)



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