Mustering Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CADDEE FFGB HHIIFFJJ KKLLMLNN OOPP QQFF RRGG SSTTThe boss last night in the hut did say | A |
We start to muster at break of day | A |
So be up first thing and don't be slow | B |
Saddle your horses and off you go | B |
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So early in the morning so early in the morning | C |
So early in the morning before the break of day | A |
Such a night in the yard there never was seen | D |
The horses were fat and the grass was green | D |
Bursting of girths and slipping of packs | E |
As the stockmen saddled the fastest hacks | E |
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Across the plain we jog along | F |
Over gully swamp and billabong | F |
We dropp on a mob pretty lively too | G |
We round 'em up and give 'em a slue | B |
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Now the scrub grows thick and the cattle are wild | H |
A regular caution to this 'ere child | H |
A new chum man on an old chum horse | I |
Who sails through the scrub as a matter of course | I |
I was close up stuck in a rotten bog | F |
I got a buster jumping a log | F |
I found this scouting rather hot | J |
So I joined the niggers with the lot we'd got | J |
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A long haired shepherd we chanced to meet | K |
With a water bag billy and dog complete | K |
He came too close to a knocked up steer | L |
Who up a sapling made him clear | L |
Now on every side we faintly hear | M |
The crack of the stockwhip drawing near | L |
To the camp the cattle soon converge | N |
As from the thick scrub they emerge | N |
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We hastily comfort the inner man | O |
With the warm contents of the billy can | O |
The beef and damper are passed about | P |
Before we tackle the cutting out | P |
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We're at it now that bally calf | Q |
Would surely make a sick man laugh | Q |
The silly fool can't take a joke | F |
I hope some day in the drought he'll croak | F |
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We've 'em now the cows and calves | R |
Things here are never done by halves | R |
Strangers workers and milkers too | G |
Of scrubbers also not a few | G |
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It's getting late we'd better push | S |
'Tis a good long way across the bush | S |
And the mob to drive are middling hard | T |
I do not think we'll reach the yard | T |
Banjo Paterson
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