On Kiley's Run Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The roving breezes come and go	A
On Kiley's Run	B
The sleepy river murmurs low	A
Adnd far away one dimly sees	C
Beyond the stretch of forest trees	C
Beyond the foothills dusk and dun	B
The ranges steeping in the sun	B
On Kiley's Run	B
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'Tis many years since first I came	D
On Kiley's Run	B
More years than I would care to name	D
Since I a stripling used to ride	E
For miles and miles at Kiley's side	E
The while in stirring tones he told	F
The stories of the days of old	F
On Kiley's Run	B
	-
I see the old bush homestead now	G
On Kiley's Run	B
Just nestled down to beneath the brow	G
Of one small ridge above the sweep	H
Of river flat where willows weep	H
And jasmine flowers and roses bloom	I
The air was laden with perfume	I
On Kiley's Run	B
	-
We lived the good old station life	J
On Kiley's Run	B
With little thought of care or strife	J
Old Kiley seldom used to roam	K
He liked to make the Run his home	K
The swagmen never turned away	L
With empty hand at close of day	L
From Kiley's Run	B
	-
We kept a racehorse now and then	M
On Kiley's Run	B
And neighbouring stations brought their men	M
To meetings where the sport was free	N
And dainty ladies came to see	N
Their champions ride with laugh and song	O
The old house rang the whole night long	O
On Kiley's Run	B
	-
The station hands were friends I wot	L
On Kiley's Run	B
A reckless merry hearted lot	L
All splendid riders and they knew	P
The boss was kindness through and through	P
Old Kiley always stood their friend	L
And so they served him to the end	L
On Kiley's Run	B
	-
But droughts and losses came apace	Q
To Kiley's Run	B
Till ruin stared him in the face	Q
He toiled and toiled while lived the light	L
He dreamed of overdrafts at night	L
At length because he could not pay	L
His bankers took the stock away	L
From Kiley's Run	B
	-
Old Kiley stood and saw them go	A
From Kiley's Run	B
The well bred cattle marching slow	A
His stockmen mates for many a day	L
They wrung his hand and went away	L
Too old to make another start	L
Old Kiley died of broken heart	L
On Kiley's Run	B
	-
The owner lives in England now	G
Of Kiley's Run	B
He knows a racehorse from a cow	G
But that is all he knows of stock	R
His chiefest care is how to dock	R
Expenses and he sends from town	S
To cut the shearers' wages down	S
On Kiley's Run	B
	-
There are no neighbours anywhere	T
Near Kiley's Run	B
The hospitable homes are bare	T
The gardens gone for no pretence	Q
Must hinder cutting down expense	Q
The homestead that we held so dear	U
Contains a half paid overseer	V
On Kiley's Run	B
	-
All life and sport and hope have died	L
On Kiley's Run	B
No longer there the stockmen ride	L
For sour faced boundary riders creep	H
On mongrel horses after sheep	H
Through ranges where at racing speed	L
Old Kiley used to wheel the lead	L
On Kiley's Run	B
	-
There runs a lane for thirty miles	Q
Through Kiley's Run	B
On either side the herbage smiles	Q
Bur wretched travelling sheep must pass	Q
Without a drink or blade of grass	Q
Through that long land of death and shame	D
The weary drovers curse the name	D
Of Kiley's Run	B
	-
The name itself has changed of late	L
Of Kiley's Run	B
They call it Chandos Park Estate	L
The lonely swagman through the dark	W
Must hump his swag past Chandos Park	W
The name is English don't you see	Q
The old name sweeter sounds to me	Q
Of Kiley's Run	B
	-
I cannot guess what fate will bring	X
To Kiley's Run	B
For chances come and changes ring	X
I scarcely think 'twill always be	Q
Locked up to suit an absentee	Q
And if he lets it out in farms	Q
His tenants soon will carry arms	Q
On Kiley's Run	B

Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)

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