In The Stable Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEE FFGGHHII JJKKEE LLMMNNBBOOLLEE JJOOPPQRSSTT UUCCVVEW XXGGYYZZA2A2EE| What you don't like him well maybe we all have our fancies of course | A |
| Brumby to look at you reckon Well no he's a thoroughbred horse | A |
| Sired by a son of old Panic look at his ears and his head | B |
| Lop eared and Roman nosed ain't he well that's how the Panics are bred | B |
| Gluttonous ugly and lazy rough as a tipcart to ride | C |
| Yet if you offered a sovereign apiece for the hairs on his hide | C |
| That wouldn't buy him nor twice that while I've a pound to the good | D |
| This here old stager stays by me and lives like a thoroughbred should | D |
| Hunt him away from his bedding and sit yourself down by the wall | E |
| Till you hear how the old fellow saved me from Gilbert O'Meally and Hall | E |
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| Gilbert and Hall and O'Meally back in the bushranging days | F |
| Made themselves kings of the district ruled it in old fashioned ways | F |
| Robbing the coach and the escort stealing our horses at night | G |
| Calling sometimes at the homesteads and giving the women a fright | G |
| Came to the station one morning and why they did this no one knows | H |
| Took a brood mare from the paddock wanting some fun I suppose | H |
| Fastened a bucket beneath her hung by a strap around her flank | I |
| Then turned her loose in the timber back of the seven mile tank | I |
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| Go She went mad She went tearing and screaming with fear through the trees | J |
| While the curst bucket beneath her was banging her flanks and her knees | J |
| Bucking and racing and screaming she ran to the back of the run | K |
| Killed herself there in a gully by God but they paid for their fun | K |
| Paid for it dear for the black boys found tracks and the bucket and all | E |
| And I swore that I'd live to get even with Gilbert O'Meally and Hall | E |
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| Day after day then I chased them 'course they had friends on the sly | L |
| Friends who were willing to sell them to those who were willing to buy | L |
| Early one morning we found them in camp at the Cockatoo Farm | M |
| One of us shot at O'Meally and wounded him under the arm | M |
| Ran them for miles in the ranges till Hall with his horse fairly beat | N |
| Took to the rocks and we lost him the others made good their retreat | N |
| It was war to the knife then I tell you and once on the door of my shed | B |
| They nailed up a notice that offered a hundred reward for my head | B |
| Then we heard they were gone from the district they stuck up a coach in the West | O |
| And I rode by myself in the paddocks just taking a bit of a rest | O |
| Riding this colt as a youngster awkward half broken and shy | L |
| He wheeled round one day on a sudden I looked but I couldn't see why | L |
| But I soon found out why for before me the hillside rose up like a wall | E |
| And there on the top with their rifles were Gilbert O'Meally and Hall | E |
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| 'Twas a good three mile run to the homestead bad going with plenty of trees | J |
| So I gathered the youngster together and gripped at his ribs with my knees | J |
| 'Twas a mighty poor chance to escape them It puts a man's nerve to the test | O |
| On a half broken colt to be hunted by the best mounted men in the West | O |
| But the half broken colt was a racehorse He lay down to work with a will | P |
| Flashed through the scrub like a clean skin by heavens we flew down the hill | P |
| Over a twenty foot gully he swept with the spring of a deer | Q |
| And they fired as we jumped but they missed me a bullet sang close to my ear | R |
| And the jump gained us ground for they shirked it but I saw as we raced through the gap | S |
| That the rails at the homestead were fastened I was caught like a rat in a trap | S |
| Fenced with barbed wire was the paddock barbed wire that would cut like a knife | T |
| How was a youngster to clear it that never had jumped in his life | T |
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| Bang went a rifle behind me the colt gave a spring he was hit | U |
| Straight at the sliprails I rode him I felt him take hold of the bit | U |
| Never a foot to the right or the left did he swerve in his stride | C |
| Awkward and frightened but honest the sort it's a pleasure to ride | C |
| Straight at the rails where they'd fastened barbed wire on the top of the post | V |
| Rose like a stag and went over with hardly a scratch at the most | V |
| Into the homestead I darted and snatched down my gun from the wall | E |
| And I tell you I made them step lively Gilbert O'Meally and Hail | W |
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| Yes There's the mark of the bullet he's got it inside of him yet | X |
| Mixed up somehow with his victuals but bless you he don't seem to fret | X |
| Gluttonous ugly and lazy eats anything he can bite | G |
| Now let us shut up the stable and bid the old fellow good night | G |
| Ah we can't breed 'em the son that were bred when we old uns were young | Y |
| Yes as I said these bushrangers none of 'em lived to be hung | Y |
| Gilbert was shot by the troopers Hall was betrayed by his friend | Z |
| Campbell disposed of O'Meally bringing the lot to an end | Z |
| But you can talk about riding I've ridden a lot in the past | A2 |
| Wait till there's rifles behind you you'll know what it means to go fast | A2 |
| I've steeplechased raced and run horses but I think the most dashing of all | E |
| Was the ride when that old fellow saved me from Gilbert O'Meally and Hall | E |
Banjo Paterson
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