A Bushman's Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABC DDEF AAGG DDFF FHFF DDFF IIJJ DDFF FFKK DDFF| I M travellin down the Castlereagh and I m a station hand | A |
| I m handy with the ropin pole I m handy with the brand | A |
| And I can ride a rowdy colt or swing the axe all day | B |
| But there s no demand for a station hand along the Castlereagh | C |
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| So it s shift boys shift for there isn t the slightest doubt | D |
| That we ve got to make a shift to the stations further out | D |
| With the pack horse runnin after for he follows like a dog | E |
| We must strike across the country at the old jig jog | F |
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| This old black horse I m riding if you ll notice what s his brand | A |
| He wears the crooked R you see none better in the land | A |
| He takes a lot of beatin and the other day we tried | G |
| For a bit of a joke with a racing bloke for twenty pounds a side | G |
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| It was shift boys shift for there wasn t the slightest doubt | D |
| That I had to make him shift for the money was nearly out | D |
| But he cantered home a winner with the other one at the flog | F |
| He s a red hot sort to pick up with his old jig jog | F |
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| I asked a cove for shearin once along the Marthaguy | F |
| We shear non union here says he I call it scab says I | H |
| I looked along the shearin floor before I turned to go | F |
| There were eight or ten dashed Chinamen a shearin in a row | F |
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| It was shift boys shift for there wasn t the slightest doubt | D |
| It was time to make a shift with the leprosy about | D |
| So I saddled up my horses and I whistled to my dog | F |
| And I left his scabby station at the old jig jog | F |
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| I went to Illawarra where my brother s got a farm | I |
| He has to ask his landlord s leave before he lifts his arm | I |
| The landlord owns the country side man woman dog and cat | J |
| They haven t the cheek to dare to speak without they touch their hat | J |
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| It was shift boys shift for there wasn t the slightest doubt | D |
| Their little landlord god and I would soon have fallen out | D |
| Was I to touch my hat to him was I his bloomin dog | F |
| So I makes for up the country at the old jig jog | F |
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| But it s time that I was movin I ve a mighty way to go | F |
| Till I drink artesian water from a thousand feet below | F |
| Till I meet the overlanders with the cattle comin down | K |
| And I ll work a while till I make a pile then have a spree in town | K |
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| So it s shift boys shift for there isn t the slightest doubt | D |
| We ve got to make a shift to the stations further out | D |
| The pack horse runs behind us for he follows like a dog | F |
| And we cross a lot of country at the old jig jog | F |
Banjo Paterson
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