On Kiley's Run Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


The roving breezes come and goA
On Kiley's RunB
The sleepy river murmurs lowA
Adnd far away one dimly seesC
Beyond the stretch of forest treesC
Beyond the foothills dusk and dunB
The ranges steeping in the sunB
On Kiley's RunB
'Tis many years since first I cameD
On Kiley's RunB
More years than I would care to nameD
Since I a stripling used to rideE
For miles and miles at Kiley's sideE
The while in stirring tones he toldF
The stories of the days of oldF
On Kiley's RunB
I see the old bush homestead nowG
On Kiley's RunB
Just nestled down to beneath the browG
Of one small ridge above the sweepH
Of river flat where willows weepH
And jasmine flowers and roses bloomI
The air was laden with perfumeI
On Kiley's RunB
We lived the good old station lifeJ
On Kiley's RunB
With little thought of care or strifeJ
Old Kiley seldom used to roamK
He liked to make the Run his homeK
The swagmen never turned awayL
With empty hand at close of dayL
From Kiley's RunB
We kept a racehorse now and thenM
On Kiley's RunB
And neighbouring stations brought their menM
To meetings where the sport was freeN
And dainty ladies came to seeN
Their champions ride with laugh and songO
The old house rang the whole night longO
On Kiley's RunB
The station hands were friends I wotL
On Kiley's RunB
A reckless merry hearted lotL
All splendid riders and they knewP
The boss was kindness through and throughP
Old Kiley always stood their friendL
And so they served him to the endL
On Kiley's RunB
But droughts and losses came apaceQ
To Kiley's RunB
Till ruin stared him in the faceQ
He toiled and toiled while lived the lightL
He dreamed of overdrafts at nightL
At length because he could not payL
His bankers took the stock awayL
From Kiley's RunB
Old Kiley stood and saw them goA
From Kiley's RunB
The well bred cattle marching slowA
His stockmen mates for many a dayL
They wrung his hand and went awayL
Too old to make another startL
Old Kiley died of broken heartL
On Kiley's RunB
The owner lives in England nowG
Of Kiley's RunB
He knows a racehorse from a cowG
But that is all he knows of stockR
His chiefest care is how to dockR
Expenses and he sends from townS
To cut the shearers' wages downS
On Kiley's RunB
There are no neighbours anywhereT
Near Kiley's RunB
The hospitable homes are bareT
The gardens gone for no pretenceQ
Must hinder cutting down expenseQ
The homestead that we held so dearU
Contains a half paid overseerV
On Kiley's RunB
All life and sport and hope have diedL
On Kiley's RunB
No longer there the stockmen rideL
For sour faced boundary riders creepH
On mongrel horses after sheepH
Through ranges where at racing speedL
Old Kiley used to wheel the leadL
On Kiley's RunB
There runs a lane for thirty milesQ
Through Kiley's RunB
On either side the herbage smilesQ
Bur wretched travelling sheep must passQ
Without a drink or blade of grassQ
Through that long land of death and shameD
The weary drovers curse the nameD
Of Kiley's RunB
The name itself has changed of lateL
Of Kiley's RunB
They call it Chandos Park EstateL
The lonely swagman through the darkW
Must hump his swag past Chandos ParkW
The name is English don't you seeQ
The old name sweeter sounds to meQ
Of Kiley's RunB
I cannot guess what fate will bringX
To Kiley's RunB
For chances come and changes ringX
I scarcely think 'twill always beQ
Locked up to suit an absenteeQ
And if he lets it out in farmsQ
His tenants soon will carry armsQ
On Kiley's RunB

Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)


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