Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)

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Sunny New South Wales Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD E FDGD HHIIJKDD C LLMMNNDD C OOPPGGDD C

We often hear men boast about the land which gave them birthA
And each one thinks his native land the fairest spot on earthA
In beauty riches power no land can his surpassB
To his all other lands on earth cannot even hold a glassB
Now if other people have their boasts then say why should not weC
For we can drink our jovial toast and sing with three times threeC
For there's not a country in the world where all that's fair prevailsD
As here it does in this our land our sunny New South WalesD
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ChorusE
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Then toast with me our happy landF
Where all that's fair prevailsD
Our colour's blue and our hearts are trueG
In sunny New South WalesD
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Now let us take a passing glance at all that we possessH
That ours is such a wealthy land no stranger e'er would guessH
Why we've land in store indeed far more than ever we shall requireI
And trees grow thick on every side in spite of axe and fireI
Our sheep and cattle millions count our wool is classed AJ
In beef and mutton our fair land is not to be outdoneK
Why we've lately seen old England who boasts her stock ne'er failsD
Has had to send for wholsome meat preserved in New South WalesD
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Chorus Then toast with me cC
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In childhood California was to us a land of goldL
And people said its riches were so vast immense untoldL
But time has proved that mineral wealth exists not there aloneM
For New South Wales possesses gold in many many a stoneM
And when the gold is taken from out its quartzy veinsN
A heap of silver copper tin as a residue remainsN
In fact we are a mass of wealth in all our hills and dalesD
There's not a country half as rich as sunny New South WalesD
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Chorus Then toast with me cC
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Our climate's good that all admit our flowers are sweet and rareO
And scenes abound on every hand so marvellously fairO
Shame on the men who went away and of us wrote such liesP
Why when Anthony Trollope came out here he nearly lost his eyesP
Our native girls are fair and good their hearts are pure and trueG
And to their colour stick like bricks the bright Australian blueG
Some never loved a roving life nor blest the ocean's galesD
But they bless the breeze that blew them to a life in New South WalesD
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Chorus Then toast with me cC

Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)



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