Hay And Hell And Booligal Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCBDDBEEB BBBFFB GGBHHB IIBJJB IIBKKB LLBLLB MMBNNB OOBPPB| You come and see me boys he said | A |
| You'll find a welcome and a bed | A |
| And whisky any time you call | B |
| Although our township hasn't got | C |
| The name of quite a lively spot | C |
| You see I live in Booligal | B |
| And people have an awful down | D |
| Upon the district and the town | D |
| Which worse than hell itself the call | B |
| In fact the saying far and wide | E |
| Along the Riverina side | E |
| Is 'Hay and Hell and Booligal' | B |
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| No doubt it suits 'em very well | B |
| To say its worse than Hay or Hell | B |
| But don't you heed their talk at all | B |
| Of course there's heat no one denies | F |
| And sand and dust and stacks of flies | F |
| And rabbits too at Booligal | B |
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| But such a pleasant quiet place | G |
| You never see a stranger's face | G |
| They hardly ever care to call | B |
| The drovers mostly pass it by | H |
| They reckon that they'd rather die | H |
| Than spend the night in Booligal | B |
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| The big mosquitoes frighten some | I |
| You'll lie awake to hear 'em hum | I |
| And snakes about the township crawl | B |
| But shearers when they get their cheque | J |
| They never come along and wreck | J |
| The blessed town of Booligal | B |
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| But down to Hay the shearers come | I |
| And fill themselves with fighting rum | I |
| And chase blue devils up the wall | B |
| And fight the snaggers every day | K |
| Until there is the deuce to pay | K |
| There's none of that in Booligal | B |
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| Of course there isn't much to see | L |
| The billiard table used to be | L |
| The great attraction for us all | B |
| Until some careless drunken curs | L |
| Got sleeping on it in their spurs | L |
| And ruined it in Booligal | B |
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| Just now there is a howling drought | M |
| That pretty near has starved us out | M |
| It never seems to rain at all | B |
| But if there should come any rain | N |
| You couldn't cross the black soil plain | N |
| You'd have to stop in Booligal | B |
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| We'd have to stop With bated breath | O |
| We prayed that both in life and death | O |
| Our fate in other lines might fall | B |
| Oh send us to our just reward | P |
| In Hay or Hell but gracious Lord | P |
| Deliver us from Booligal | B |
Banjo Paterson
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