Uncle Bill - The Larrikin's Lament Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCAA DDEEFFGGAAHHEEIIJJKK LLMMNNOOPPAAQR SSTTAA| My Uncle Bill My Uncle Bill | A |
| How doth my heart with anguish thrill | A |
| For he our chief our Robin Hood | B |
| Has gone to jail for stealing wood | B |
| With tears and sobs my voice I raise | C |
| To celebrate my uncle's praise | C |
| With all my strength with all my skill | A |
| I'll sing the song of Uncle Bill | A |
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| Convivial to the last degree | D |
| An open hearted sportsman he | D |
| Did midnight howls our slumbers rob | E |
| We said It's uncle 'on the job' | E |
| When sounds of fight rang sharply out | F |
| Then Bill was bound to be about | F |
| The foremost figure in the scrap | G |
| A terror to the local trap | G |
| To drink or fight or maim or kill | A |
| Came all alike to Uncle Bill | A |
| And when he faced the music's squeak | H |
| At Central Court before the beak | H |
| How carefully we sought our fob | E |
| To pay his fine of forty bob | E |
| Recall the happy days of yore | I |
| When Uncle Bill went forth to war | I |
| When all the street with strife was filled | J |
| And both the traps got nearly killed | J |
| When the lone cabman on the stand | K |
| was stoushed by Bill's unaided hand | K |
| And William mounted filled with rum | L |
| And drove the cab to kingdom come | L |
| Remember too that famous fray | M |
| When the Black reds who hold their sway | M |
| O'er Surry Hills and Shepherd's Bush | N |
| Descended on the Liver Push | N |
| Who cheered both parties long and loud | O |
| Who heaved blue metal at the crowd | O |
| And sooled his bulldog Fighting Bet | P |
| To bite haphazard all she met | P |
| And when the mob were lodged in gaol | A |
| Who telegraphed to me for bail | A |
| And here I think he showed his sense | Q |
| Who calmly turned Queen's evidence | R |
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| Enough I now must end my song | S |
| My needless anguish why prolong | S |
| From what I've said you'll own I'm sure | T |
| That Uncle Bill was pretty pure | T |
| So rowdies all your glasses fill | A |
| And drink it standing Uncle Bill | A |
Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)
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