Mulga Bill's Bicycle Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGFF HHIIJJ KKLLDDJJ MMNNOOPP Q| 'Twas Mulga Bill from Eaglehawk that caught the cycling craze | A |
| He turned away the good old horse that served him many days | A |
| He dressed himself in cycling clothes resplendent to be seen | B |
| He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine | B |
| And as he wheeled it through the door with air of lordly pride | C |
| The grinning shop assistant said Excuse me can you ride | C |
| See here young man said Mulga Bill from Walgett to the sea | D |
| From Conroy's Gap to Castlereagh there's none can ride like me | D |
| I'm good all round at everything as everybody knows | E |
| Although I'm not the one to talk I hate a man that blows | E |
| But riding is my special gift my chiefest sole delight | F |
| Just ask a wild duck can it swim a wildcat can it fight | F |
| There's nothing clothed in hair or hide or built of flesh or steel | G |
| There's nothing walks or jumps or runs on axle hoof or wheel | G |
| But what I'll sit while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight | F |
| I'll ride this here two wheeled concern right straight away at sight | F |
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| 'Twas Mulga Bill from Eaglehawk that sought his own abode | H |
| That perched above the Dead Man's Creek beside the mountain road | H |
| He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray | I |
| But ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away | I |
| It left the track and through the trees just like a silver streak | J |
| It whistled down the awful slope towards the Dead Man's Creek | J |
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| It shaved a stump by half an inch it dodged a big white box | K |
| The very wallaroos in fright went scrambling up the rocks | K |
| The wombats hiding in their caves dug deeper underground | L |
| As Mulga Bill as white as chalk sat tight to every bound | L |
| It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree | D |
| It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be | D |
| And then as Mulga Bill let out one last despairing shriek | J |
| It made a leap of twenty feet into the Dead Man's Creek | J |
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| 'Twas Mulga Bill from Eaglehawk that slowly swam ashore | M |
| He said I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before | M |
| I've rode a wild bull round a yard to win a five pound bet | N |
| But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet | N |
| I'll give that two wheeled outlaw best It's shaken all my nerve | O |
| To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve | O |
| It's safe at rest in Dead Man's Creek we'll leave it lying still | P |
| A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Mulga Bill | P |
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| A B Banjo Paterson | Q |
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