Santa Claus In The Bush Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIH JKLK IFLF MBNB OFPF QRSR TSUS DQVQ QQTQ FQQQ SWTW GFFF DAFU FQFQ FQSQ FQXQ QYQT ZQQQ GA2TA2 FGQG FFDFTF| It chanced out back at the Christmas time | A |
| When the wheat was ripe and tall | B |
| A stranger rode to the farmer's gate | C |
| A sturdy man and a small | B |
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| Rin doon rin doon my little son Jack | D |
| And bid the stranger stay | E |
| And we'll hae a crack for Auld Lang Syne | F |
| For the morn is Christmas Day | E |
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| Nay noo nay noo said the dour guidwife | G |
| But ye should let him be | H |
| He's maybe only a drover chap | I |
| Frae the land o' the Darling Pea | H |
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| Wi' a drover's tales and a drover's thirst | J |
| To swiggle the hail nicht through | K |
| Or he's maybe a life assurance carle | L |
| To talk ye black and blue | K |
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| Guidwife he's never a drover chap | I |
| For their swags are neat and thin | F |
| And he's never a life assurance carle | L |
| Wi' the brick dust burnt in his skin | F |
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| Guidwife guidwife be nae sae dour | M |
| For the wheat stands ripe and tall | B |
| And we shore a seven pound fleece this year | N |
| Ewes and weaners and all | B |
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| There is grass tae spare and the stock are fat | O |
| Where they whiles are gaunt and thin | F |
| And we owe a tithe to the travelling poor | P |
| So we maun ask him in | F |
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| Ye can set him a chair tae the table side | Q |
| And gi' him a bite tae eat | R |
| An omelette made of a new laid egg | S |
| Or a tasty bit of meat | R |
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| But the native cats have taen the fowls | T |
| They havena left a leg | S |
| And he'll get nae omelette at a' | U |
| Till the emu lays an egg | S |
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| Rin doon rin doon my little son Jack | D |
| To whaur the emus bide | Q |
| Ye shall find the auld hen on the nest | V |
| While the auld cock sits beside | Q |
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| But speak them fair and speak them saft | Q |
| Lest they kick ye a fearsome jolt | Q |
| Ye can gi' them a feed of thae half inch nails | T |
| Or a rusty carriage bolt | Q |
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| So little son Jack ran blithely down | F |
| With the rusty nails in hand | Q |
| Till he came where the emus fluffed and scratched | Q |
| By their nest in the open sand | Q |
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| And there he has gathered the new laid egg | S |
| 'Twould feed three men or four | W |
| And the emus came for the half inch nails | T |
| Right up to the settler's door | W |
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| A waste o' food said the dour guidwife | G |
| As she took the egg with a frown | F |
| But he gets nae meat unless ye rin | F |
| A paddy melon down | F |
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| Gang oot gang oot my little son Jack | D |
| Wi' your twa three doggies sma' | A |
| Gin ye come nae back wi' a paddy melon | F |
| Then come nae back at a' | U |
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| So little son Jack he raced and he ran | F |
| And he was bare o' the feet | Q |
| And soon he captured a paddy melon | F |
| Was gorged with the stolen wheat | Q |
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| Sit doon sit doon my bonny wee man | F |
| To the best that the hoose can do | Q |
| An omelette made of the emu egg | S |
| And a paddy melon stew | Q |
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| 'Tis well 'tis well said the bonny wee man | F |
| I have eaten the wide world's meat | Q |
| And the food that is given with right good will | X |
| Is the sweetest food to eat | Q |
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| But the night draws on to the Christmas Day | Q |
| And I must rise and go | Y |
| For I have a mighty way to ride | Q |
| To the land of the Esquimaux | T |
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| And it's there I must load my sledges up | Z |
| With the reindeers four in hand | Q |
| That go to the North South East and West | Q |
| To every Christian land | Q |
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| Tae the Esquimaux said the dour guidwife | G |
| Ye suit my husband well | A2 |
| For when he gets up on his journey horse | T |
| He's a bit of a liar himsel' | A2 |
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| Then out with a laugh went the bonny wee man | F |
| To his old horse grazing nigh | G |
| And away like a meteor flash they went | Q |
| Far off to the Northern sky | G |
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| When the children woke on the Christmas morn | F |
| They chattered with might and main | F |
| For a sword and gun had little son Jack | D |
| And a braw new doll had Jane | F |
| And a packet o' screws had the twa emus | T |
| But the dour guidwife gat nane | F |
Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)
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