Bourke's Dream Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDEEF GHIHJJKLLK AMAMNNOPPOIDIJNNOIIO IFIF| Lonely and sadly one night in November | A |
| I laid down my weary head in search of repose | B |
| On my wallet of straw which I long shall remember | A |
| Tired and weary I fell into a doze | B |
| Tired from working hard | C |
| Down in the labour yard | C |
| Night brought relief to my sad aching brain | D |
| Locked in my prison cell | E |
| Surely an earthly hell | E |
| I fell asleep and began for to dream | F |
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| I dreamt that I stood on the green fields of Erin | G |
| In joyous meditation that victory was won | H |
| Surrounded by comrades no enemy fearing | I |
| Stand was the cry every man to his gun | H |
| On came the Saxons then | J |
| Fighting our Fenian men | J |
| Soon they'll reel back from our piked volunteers | K |
| Loud was the fight and shrill | L |
| Wexford and Vinegar Hill | L |
| Three cheers for Father Murphy and the bold cavaliers | K |
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| I dreamt that I saw our gallant commander | A |
| Seated on his charger in gorgeous array | M |
| He wore green trimmed with gold and a bright shining sabre | A |
| On which sunbeams of Liberty shone brightly that day | M |
| On was the battle cry | N |
| Conquer this day or die | N |
| Sons of Hibernia fight for Liberty | O |
| Show neither fear nor dread | P |
| Strike at the foeman's head | P |
| Cut down horse foot and artillery | O |
| I dreamt that the night was quickly advancing | I |
| I saw the dead and dying on the green crimson plain | D |
| Comrades I once knew well in death's sleep reposing | I |
| Friends that I once loved but shall ne'er see again | J |
| The green flag was waving high | N |
| Under the bright blue sky | N |
| And each man was singing most gloriously | O |
| Come from your prison Bourke | I |
| We Irishmen have done our work | I |
| God has been with us and old Ireland is free | O |
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| I dreamt I was homeward back over the mountain track | I |
| With joy my mother fainted and gave a loud scream | F |
| With the shock I awoke just as the day had broke | I |
| And found myself an exile and 'twas all but a dream | F |
Banjo Paterson
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