Old Australian Ways Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCCD EFEFGHGGH IJIJKLKKL MNMNOPOOP QAQARSRFS NTNTUDUUD VIVIWXWWX ININYZA2YZ

The London lights are far abeamA
Behind a bank of cloudB
Along the shore the gaslights gleamA
The gale is piping loudB
And down the Channel groping blindC
We drive her through the hazeD
Towards the land we left behindC
The good old land of never mindC
And old Australian waysD
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The narrow ways of English folkE
Are not for such as weF
They bear the long accustomed yokeE
Of staid conservancyF
But all our roads are new and strangeG
And through our blood there runsH
The vagabonding love of changeG
That drove us westward of the rangeG
And westward of the sunsH
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The city folk go to and froI
Behind a prison's barsJ
They never feel the breezes blowI
And never see the starsJ
They never hear in blossomed treesK
The music low and sweetL
Of wild birds making melodiesK
Nor catch the little laughing breezeK
That whispers in the wheatL
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Our fathers came of roving stockM
That could not fixed abideN
And we have followed field and flockM
Since e'er we learnt to rideN
By miner's camp and shearing shedO
In land of heat and droughtP
We followed where our fortunes ledO
With fortune always on aheadO
And always further outP
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The wind is in the barley grassQ
The wattles are in bloomA
The breezes greet us as they passQ
With honey sweet perfumeA
The parakeets go screaming byR
With flash of golden wingS
And from the swamp the wild ducks cryR
Their long drawn note of revelryF
Rejoicing at the SpringS
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So throw the weary pen asideN
And let the papers restT
For we must saddle up and rideN
Towards the blue hill's breastT
And we must travel far and fastU
Across their rugged mazeD
To find the Spring of Youth at lastU
And call back from the buried pastU
The old Australian waysD
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When Clancy took the drover's trackV
In years of long agoI
He drifted to the outer backV
Beyond the OverflowI
By rolling plain and rocky shelfW
With stockwhip in his handX
He reached at last oh lucky elfW
The Town of Come and help yourselfW
In Rough and ready LandX
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And if it be that you would knowI
The tracks he used to rideN
Then you must saddle up and goI
Beyond the Queensland sideN
Beyond the reach of rule or lawY
To ride the long day throughZ
In Nature's homestead filled with aweA2
You then might see what Clancy sawY
And know what Clancy knewZ

Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)



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