Rio Grande's Last Race Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAAB CDCCE FGFFG HIHHI JBJHB KDKKE LBLLB MNMMN OBOOB HLJJL GPGGQRQQR FSFFS NINNI FBFF TUTTU JBHJB VSVVS WGWWG LBLL XGXXG YNow this was what Macpherson told | A |
While waiting in the stand | B |
A reckless rider over bold | A |
The only man with hands to hold | A |
The rushing Rio Grande | B |
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He said This day I bid good bye | C |
To bit and bridle rein | D |
To ditches deep and fences high | C |
For I have dreamed a dream and I | C |
Shall never ride again | E |
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I dreamt last night I rode this race | F |
That I to day must ride | G |
And cant'ring down to take my place | F |
I saw full many an old friend's face | F |
Come stealing to my side | G |
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Dead men on horses long since dead | H |
They clustered on the track | I |
The champions of the days long fled | H |
They moved around with noiseless tread | H |
Bay chestnut brown and black | I |
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And one man on a big grey steed | J |
Rode up and waved his hand | B |
Said he We help a friend in need | J |
And we have come to give a lead | H |
To you and Rio Grande | B |
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For you must give the field the slip | K |
So never draw the rein | D |
But keep him moving with the whip | K |
And if he falter set your lip | K |
And rouse him up again | E |
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But when you reach the big stone wall | L |
Put down your bridle hand | B |
And let him sail he cannot fall | L |
But don't you interfere at all | L |
You trust old Rio Grande | B |
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We started and in front we showed | M |
The big horse running free | N |
Right fearlessly and game he strode | M |
And by my side those dead men rode | M |
Whom no one else could see | N |
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As silently as flies a bird | O |
They rode on either hand | B |
At every fence I plainly heard | O |
The phantom leader give the word | O |
Make room for Rio Grande | B |
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I spurred him on to get the lead | H |
I chanced full many a fall | L |
But swifter still each phantom steed | J |
Kept with me and at racing speed | J |
We reached the big stone wall | L |
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And there the phantoms on each side | G |
Drew in and blocked his leap | P |
Make room make room I loudly cried | G |
But right in front they seemed to ride | G |
I cursed them in my sleep He never flinched he faced it game | Q |
He struck it with his chest | R |
And every stone burst out in flame | Q |
And Rio Grande and I became | Q |
As phantoms with the rest | R |
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And then I woke and for a space | F |
All nerveless did I seem | S |
For I have ridden many a race | F |
But never one at such a pace | F |
As in that fearful dream | S |
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And I am sure as man can be | N |
That out upon the track | I |
Those phantoms that men cannot see | N |
Are waiting now to ride with me | N |
And I shall not come back | I |
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For I must ride the dead men's race | F |
And follow their command | B |
'Twere worse than death the foul disgrace | F |
If I should fear to take my place | F |
To day on Rio Grande ' | - |
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He mounted and a jest he threw | T |
With never sign of gloom | U |
But all who heard the story knew | T |
That Jack Macpherson brave and true | T |
Was going to his doom | U |
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They started and the big black steed | J |
Came flashing past the stand | B |
All single handed in the lead | H |
He strode along at racing speed | J |
The mighty Rio Grande | B |
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But on his ribs the whalebone stung | V |
A madness it did seem | S |
And soon it rose on every tongue | V |
That Jack Macpherson rode among | V |
The creatures of his dream | S |
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He looked to left and looked to right | W |
As though men rode beside | G |
And Rio Grande with foam flecks white | W |
Raced at his jumps in headlong flight | W |
And cleared them in his stride | G |
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But when they reached the big stone wall | L |
Down went the bridle hand | B |
And loud we heard Macpherson call | L |
Make room or half the field will fall | L |
Make room for Rio Grande ' | - |
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He's down he's down ' And horse and man | X |
Lay quiet side by side | G |
No need the pallid face to scan | X |
We knew with Rio Grande he ran | X |
The race the dead men ride | G |
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A B Banjo Paterson | Y |
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