The Scapegoat Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDDEE FGHIBJKL MMNOPPQQRRSS IITTUVOQLWL OXOYOYZOOO BA2A2OOGGIYIIIB2OC2C 2OEEEOLYL OOOOGOOD2OD2OOSSOOOO E2F2 OOSSOOOC2LC2 YYC2C2LLSSG2IG2SYOOO OSSOOSSSSS D2YH2YYH2SI2H2OOOOOO O OOC2C2H2H2LLJ2J2YYYO Y I2 YYK2K2OOL2YL2OOO| We have all of us read how the Israelites fled | A |
| From Egypt with Pharaoh in eager pursuit of 'em | B |
| And Pharaoh's fierce troop were all put in the soup | C |
| When the waters rolled softly o'er every galoot of 'em | B |
| The Jews were so glad when old Pharaoh was had | D |
| That they sounded their timbrels and capered like mad | D |
| You see he was hated from Jordan to Cairo | E |
| Whence comes the expression to buck against faro | E |
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| For forty long years 'midst perils and fears | F |
| In deserts with never a famine to follow by | G |
| The Israelite horde went roaming abroad | H |
| Like so many sundowners out on the wallaby | I |
| When Moses who led 'em and taught 'em and fed 'em | B |
| Was dying he murmured A rorty old hoss you are | J |
| I give you command of the whole of the band | K |
| And handed the Government over to Joshua | L |
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| But Moses told 'em before he died | M |
| Wherever you are whatever betide | M |
| Every year as the time draws near | N |
| By lot or by rote choose you a goat | O |
| And let the high priest confess on the beast | P |
| The sins of the people the worst and the least | P |
| Lay your sins on the goat Sure the plan ought to suit yer | Q |
| Because all your sins are 'his troubles' in future | Q |
| Then lead him away to the wilderness black | R |
| To die with the weight of your sins on his back | R |
| Of thirst let him perish alone and unshriven | S |
| For thus shall your sins be absolved and forgiven | S |
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| 'Tis needless to say though it reeked of barbarity | I |
| This scapegoat arrangement gained great popularity | I |
| By this means a Jew whate'er he might do | T |
| Though he burgled or murdered or cheated at loo | T |
| Or meat on Good Friday a sin most terrific ate | U |
| Could get his discharge like a bankrupt's certificate | V |
| Just here let us note Did they choose their best goat | O |
| It's food for conjecture to judge from the picture | Q |
| By Hunt in the Gallery close to our door a | L |
| Man well might suppose that the scapegoat they chose | W |
| Was a long way from being their choicest Angora | L |
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| In fact I should think he was one of their weediest | O |
| 'Tis a rule that obtains no matter who reigns | X |
| When making a sacrifice offer the seediest | O |
| Which accounts for a theory known to my hearers | Y |
| Who live in the wild by the wattle beguiled | O |
| That a stag makes quite good enough mutton for shearers | Y |
| Be that as it may as each year passed away | Z |
| a scapegoat was led to the desert and freighted | O |
| With sin the poor brute must have been overweighted | O |
| And left there to die as his fancy dictated | O |
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| The day it has come with trumpet and drum | B |
| With pomp and solemnity fit for the tomb | A2 |
| They lead the old billy goat off to his doom | A2 |
| On every hand a reverend band | O |
| Prophets and preachers and elders stand | O |
| And the oldest rabbi with a tear in his eye | G |
| Delivers a sermon to all standing by | G |
| We haven't his name whether Cohen or Harris he | I |
| No doubt was the poisonest kind of Pharisee | Y |
| The sermon was marked by a deal of humility | I |
| And pointed the fact with no end of ability | I |
| That being a Gentile's no mark of gentility | I |
| And according to Samuel would certainly d n you well | B2 |
| Then shedding his coat he approaches the goat | O |
| And while a red fillet he carefully pins on him | C2 |
| Confesses the whole of the Israelites' sins on him | C2 |
| With this eloquent burst he exhorts the accurst | O |
| Go forth in the desert and perish in woe | E |
| The sins of the people are whiter than snow | E |
| Then signs to his pal for to let the brute go | E |
| That pal as I've heard is an elegant word | O |
| Derived from the Persian Palaykhur or Pallaghur | L |
| As the scapegoat strains and tugs at the reins | Y |
| The Rabbi yells rapidly Let her go Gallagher | L |
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| The animal freed from all restraint | O |
| Lowered his head made a kind of feint | O |
| And charged straight at that elderly saint | O |
| So fierce his attack and so very severe it | O |
| Quite floored the Rabbi who ere he could fly | G |
| Was rammed on the no not the back but just near it | O |
| The scapegoat he snorted and wildly cavorted | O |
| A light hearted antelope out on the ramp | D2 |
| Then stopped looked around got the lay of the ground | O |
| And made a beeline back again to the camp | D2 |
| The elderly priest as he noticed the beast | O |
| So gallantly making his way to the east | O |
| Says he From the tents may I never more roam again | S |
| If that there old billy goat ain't going home again | S |
| He's hurrying too This never will do | O |
| Can't somebody stop him I'm all of a stew | O |
| After all our confessions so openly granted | O |
| He's taking our sins back to where they're not wanted | O |
| We've come all this distance salvation to win agog | E2 |
| If he takes home our sins it'll burst up the Synagogue | F2 |
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| He turned to an Acolyte who was making his bacca light | O |
| A fleet footed youth who could run like a crack o' light | O |
| Run Abraham run Hunt him over the plain | S |
| And drive back the brute to the desert again | S |
| The Sphinx is a watching the Pyramids will frown on you | O |
| From those granite tops forty cent'ries look down on you | O |
| Run Abraham run I'll bet half a crown on you | O |
| So Abraham ran like a man did he go for him | C2 |
| But the goat made it clear each time he drew near | L |
| That he had what the racing men call too much toe for him | C2 |
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| The crowd with great eagerness studied the race | Y |
| Great Scott isn't Abraham forcing the pace | Y |
| And don't the goat spiel It is hard to keep sight on him | C2 |
| The sins of the Israelites ride mighty light on him | C2 |
| The scapegoat is leading a furlong or more | L |
| And Abraham's tiring I'll lay six to four | L |
| He rolls in his stride he's done there's no question | S |
| But here the old Rabbi brought up a suggestion | S |
| 'Twas strange that in racing he showed so much cunning | G2 |
| It's a hard race said he and I think it would be | I |
| A good thing for someone to take up the running | G2 |
| As soon said as done they started to run | S |
| The priests and the deacons strong runners and weak 'uns | Y |
| All reckoned ere long to come up with the brute | O |
| And so the whole boiling set off in pursuit | O |
| And then it came out as the rabble and rout | O |
| Streamed over the desert with many a shout | O |
| The Rabbi so elderly grave and patrician | S |
| Had been in his youth a bold metallician | S |
| And offered in gasps as they merrily spieled | O |
| Any price Abraham Evens the field | O |
| Alas the whole clan they raced and they ran | S |
| And Abraham proved him an even time man | S |
| But the goat now a speck they could scarce keep their eyes on | S |
| Stretched out in his stride in a style most surprisin' | S |
| And vanished ere long o'er the distant horizon | S |
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| Away in the camp the bill sticker's tramp | D2 |
| Is heard as he wanders with paste brush and notices | Y |
| And paling and wall he plasters them all | H2 |
| I wonder how's things gettin' on with the goat he says | Y |
| The pulls out his bills Use Solomon's Pills | Y |
| Great Stoning of Christians To all devout Jews you all | H2 |
| Must each bring a stone Great sport will be shown | S |
| Enormous Attractions And prices as usual | I2 |
| Roll up to the Hall Wives children and all | H2 |
| For naught the most delicate feelings to hurt is meant | O |
| Here his eyes opened wide for close by his side | O |
| Was the scapegoat And eating his latest advertisement | O |
| One shriek from him burst You creature accurst | O |
| And he ran from the spot like one fearing the worst | O |
| His language was chaste as he fled in his haste | O |
| But the goat stayed behind him and scoffed up the paste | O |
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| With downcast head and sorrowful tread | O |
| The people came back from the desert in dread | O |
| The goat was he back there Had anyone heard of him | C2 |
| In very short order they got plenty word of him | C2 |
| In fact as they wandered by street lane and hall | H2 |
| The trail of the serpent was over them all | H2 |
| A poor little child knocked out stiff in the gutter | L |
| Proclaimed that the scapegoat was bred for a butter | L |
| The bill sticker's pail told a sorrowful tale | J2 |
| The scapegoat had licked it as dry as a nail | J2 |
| He raced through their houses and frightened their spouses | Y |
| But his latest achievement most anger arouses | Y |
| For while they were searching and scratching their craniums | Y |
| One little Ben Ourbed who looked in the flow'r bed | O |
| Discovered him eating the Rabbi's geraniums | Y |
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| Moral | I2 |
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| The moral is patent to all the beholders | Y |
| Don't shift your own sins on to other folks' shoulders | Y |
| Be kind to dumb creatures and never abuse them | K2 |
| Nor curse them nor kick them nor spitefully use them | K2 |
| Take their lives if needs must when it comes to the worst | O |
| But don't let them perish of hunger or thirst | O |
| Remember no matter how far you may roam | L2 |
| That dogs goats and chickens it's simply the dickens | Y |
| Their talent stupendous for getting back home | L2 |
| Your sins without doubt will aye find you out | O |
| And so will a scapegoat he's bound to achieve it | O |
| But die in the wilderness Don't you believe it | O |
Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)
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