Old Pardon, The Son Of Reprieve Poem Rhyme Scheme

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 8 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Wonderful Women
by Umaru Kanneh Boima
Freedom To Scratch In Peace
by Olute Aete
Happy New Year
by Felix Menda
Human Beings
by Dana Graslie
Lust
by Wisdom Greatness
An Isolated Tree's Song
by Sayeed Abubakar
A Strange Boy
by Sayeed Abubakar
O Soil
by Sayeed Abubakar
No War, No War-monger
by Sayeed Abubakar
Night's Town
by Sayeed Abubakar

Popular Poets

1. Emily Dickinson(2414 poems)
2. Madison Julius Cawein(1231 poems)
3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox(1136 poems)
4. William Wordsworth(1016 poems)
5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)

Banjo Paterson

Old Pardon, The Son Of Reprieve Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Write your comment about Old Pardon, The Son Of Reprieve poem by Banjo Paterson

Recent Interactions*

New Poems

Popular Poets

You never heard tell of the story	A
Well now I can hardly believe	B
Never heard of the honour and glory	A
Of Pardon the son of Reprieve	B
But maybe you're only a Johnnie	A
And don't know a horse from a hoe	C
Well well don't get angry my sonny	A
But really a young un should know	C
They bred him out back on the Never	D
His mother was Mameluke breed	E
To the front and then stay there was ever	D
The root of the Mameluke creed	E
He seemed to inherit their wiry	A
Strong frames and their pluck to receive	B
As hard as a flint and as fiery	A
Was Pardon the son of Reprieve	B
	-
We ran him at many a meeting	F
At crossing and gully and town	G
And nothing could give him a beating	F
At least when our money was down	G
For weight wouldn't stop him nor distance	H
Nor odds though the others were fast	I
He'd race with a dogged persistence	H
And wear them all down at the last	I
	-
At the Turon the Yattendon filly	A
Led by lengths at the mile and a half	J
And we all began to look silly	A
While her crowd were starting to laugh	J
But the old horse came faster and faster	D
His pluck told its tale and his strength	K
He gained on her caught her and passed her	D
And won it hands down by a length	K
	-
And then we swooped down on Menindie	I
To run for the President's Cup	L
Oh that's a sweet township a shindy	I
To them is board lodging and sup	L
Eye openers they are and their system	M
Is never to suffer defeat	I
It's win tie or wrangle to best 'em	M
You must lose 'em or else it's dead heat	I
	-
We strolled down the township and found 'em	M
At drinking and gaming and play	N
If sorrows they had why they drowned 'em	M
And betting was soon under way	N
Their horses were good uns and fit uns	H
There was plenty of cash in the town	G
They backed their own horses like Britons	H
And Lord how we rattled it down	G
	-
With gladness we thought of the morrow	C
We counted our wages with glee	A
A simile homely to borrow	C
There was plenty of milk in our tea	A
You see we were green and we never	D
Had even a thought of foul play	N
Though we well might have known that the clever	D
Division would put us away	N
	-
Experience docet they tell us	H
At least so I've frequently heard	I
But dosing or stuffing those fellows	H
Were up to each move on the board	I
They got to his stall it is sinful	O
To think what such villains will do	I
And they gave him a regular skinful	O
Of barley green barley to chew	I
	-
He munched it all night and we found him	P
Next morning as full as a hog	Q
The girths wouldn't nearly meet round him	P
He looked like an overfed frog	Q
We saw we were done like a dinner	D
The odds were a thousand to one	R
Against Pardon turning up winner	D
'Twas cruel to ask him to run	R
	-
We got to the course with our troubles	H
A crestfallen couple were we	A
And we heard the books calling the doubles	H
A roar like the surf of the sea	A
And over the tumult and louder	D
Rang Any price Pardon I lay	O
Says Jimmy The children of Judah	I
Are out on the warpath today	O
	-
Three miles in three heats Ah my sonny	A
The horses in those days were stout	I
They had to run well to win money	A
I don't see such horses about	I
Your six furlong vermin that scamper	D
Half a mile with their feather weight up	L
They wouldn't earn much of their damper	D
In a race like the President's Cup	L
	-
The first heat was soon set a going	F
The Dancer went off to the front	I
The Don on his quarters was showing	F
With Pardon right out of the hunt	I
He rolled and he weltered and wallowed	I
You'd kick your hat faster I'll bet	I
They finished all bunched and he followed	I
All lathered and dripping with sweat	I
	-
But troubles came thicker upon us	H
For while we were rubbing him dry	S
The stewards came over to warn us	H
We hear you are running a bye	S
If Pardon don't spiel like tarnation	A
And win the next heat if he can	A
He'll earn a disqualification	A
Just think over that now my man	A
	-
Our money all gone and our credit	I
Our horse couldn't gallop a yard	I
And then people thought that we did it	I
It really was terribly hard	I
We were objects of mirth and derision	A
To folks in the lawn and the stand	I
Anf the yells of the clever division	A
Of Any price Pardon were grand	I
	-
We still had a chance for the money	A
Two heats remained to be run	A
If both fell to us why my sonny	A
The clever division were done	A
And Pardon was better we reckoned	I
His sickness was passing away	O
So we went to the post for the second	I
And principal heat of the day	O
	-
They're off and away with a rattle	O
Like dogs from the leashes let slip	T
And right at the back of the battle	O
He followed them under the whip	T
They gained ten good lengths on him quickly	A
He dropped right away from the pack	U
I tell you it made me feel sickly	A
To see the blue jacket fall back	U
	-
Our very last hope had departed	I
We thought the old fellow was done	A
When all of a sudden he started	I
To go like a shot from a gun	A
His chances seemed slight to embolden	A
Our hearts but with teeth firmly set	I
We thought Now or never The old un	A
May reckon with some of 'em yet	I
	-
Then loud rose the war cry for Pardon	A
He swept like the wind down the dip	T
And over the rise by the garden	A
The jockey was done with the whip	T
The field was at sixes and sevens	H
The pace at the first had been fast	I
And hope seemed to drop from the heavens	H
For Pardon was coming at last	I
	-
And how he did come It was splendid	I
He gained on them yards every bound	I
Stretching out like a greyhound extended	I
His girth laid right down on the ground	I
A shimmer of silk in the cedars	H
As into the running they wheeled	I
And out flashed the whips on the leaders	H
For Pardon had collared the field	I
	-
Then right through the ruck he was sailing	F
I knew that the battle was won	A
The son of Haphazard was failing	F
The Yattendon filly was done	A
He cut down The Don and The Dancer	D
He raced clean away from the mare	V
He's in front Catch him now if you can sir	D
And up went my hat in the air	V
	-
Then loud fron the lawn and the garden	A
Rose offers of Ten to one on	A
Who'll bet on the field I back Pardon	A
No use all the money was gone	A
He came for the third heat light hearted	I
A jumping and dancing about	I
The others were done ere they started	I
Crestfallen and tired and worn out	I
	-
He won it and ran it much faster	D
Than even the first I believe	B
Oh he was the daddy the master	D
Was Pardon the son of Reprieve	B
He showed 'em the method of travel	O
The boy sat still as a stone	A
They never could see him for gravel	O
He came in hard held and alone	A
	-
	-
	-
But he's old and his eyes are grown hollow	O
Like me with my thatch of the snow	O
When he dies then I hope I may follow	O
And go where the racehorses go	O
I don't want no harping nor singing	F
Such things with my style don't agree	A
Where the hoofs of the horses are ringing	F
There's music sufficient for me	A
	-
And surely the thoroughbred horses	H
Will rise up again and begin	A
Fresh faces on far away courses	H
And p'raps they might let me slip in	A
It would look rather well the race card on	A
'Mongst Cherubs and Seraphs and things	H
Angel Harrison's black gelding Pardon	A
Blue halo white body and wings	H
	-
And if they have racing hereafter	D
And who is to say they will not	I
When the cheers and the shouting and laughter	D
Proclaim that the battle grows hot	I
As they come down the racecourse a steering	F
He'll rush to the front I believe	B
And you'll hear the great multitude cheering	F
For Pardon the son of Reprieve	B