Saltbush Bill On The Patriarchs Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBAACC DDEE DDFF GGEE HIJJ KKHI DDLL MMEE NOFF CCPP QQRR JJCC SSEE TTUU VVWW EECome all you little rouseabouts and climb upon my knee | A |
To day you see is Christmas Day and so it s up to me | A |
To give you some instruction like a kind of Christmas tale | B |
So name your yarn and off she goes What Jonah and the Whale | B |
Well whales is sheep I ve never shore I ve never been to sea | A |
So all them great Leviathans is mysteries to me | A |
But there s a tale the Bible tells I fully understand | C |
About the time the Patriarchs were settling on the land | C |
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Those Patriarchs of olden time when all is said and done | D |
They lived the same as far out men on many a Queensland run | D |
A lot of roving droving men who drifted to and fro | E |
The same we did out Queensland way a score of years ago | E |
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Now Isaac was a squatter man and Jacob was his son | D |
And when the boy grew up you see he wearied of the run | D |
You know the way that boys grow up there s some that stick at home | F |
But any boy that s worth his salt will roll his swag and roam | F |
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So Jacob caught the roving fit and took the drovers track | G |
To where his uncle had a run beyond the outer back | G |
You see they made for out back runs for room to stretch and grow | E |
The same we did out Queensland way a score of years ago | E |
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Now Jacob knew the ways of stock that s most uncommon clear | H |
For when he got to Laban s Run they made him overseer | I |
He didn t ask a pound a week but bargained for his pay | J |
To take the roan and strawberry calves the same we d take to day | J |
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The duns and blacks and Goulburn roans that s brindles coarse and hard | K |
He branded them with Laban s brand in Old Man Laban s yard | K |
So when he d done the station work for close on seven year | H |
Why all the choicest stock belonged to Laban s overseer | I |
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It s often so with overseers I ve seen the same thing done | D |
By many a Queensland overseer on many a Queensland run | D |
But when the mustering time came on old Laban acted straight | L |
And gave him country of his own outside the boundary gate | L |
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He gave him stock and offered him his daughter s hand in troth | M |
And Jacob first he married one and then he married both | M |
You see they weren t particular about a wife or so | E |
No more were we up Queensland way a score of years ago | E |
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But when the stock were strong and fat with grass and lots of rain | N |
Then Jacob felt the call to take the homeward road again | O |
It s strange in every creed and clime no matter where you roam | F |
There comes a day when every man would like to make for home | F |
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So off he set with sheep and goats a mighty moving band | C |
To battle down the homeward track along the Overland | C |
It s droving mixed up mobs like that that makes men cut their throats | P |
I ve travelled rams which Lord forget but never travelled goats | P |
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But Jacob knew the ways of stock for so the story goes | Q |
When battling through the Philistines selectors I suppose | Q |
He thought he d have to fight his way an awkward sort of job | R |
So what did Old Man Jacob do of course he split the mob | R |
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He sent the strong stock on ahead to battle out the way | J |
He couldn t hurry lambing ewes no more you could to day | J |
And down the road from run to run his hand gainst every hand | C |
He moved that mighty mob of stock across the Overland | C |
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The thing is made so clear and plain so solid in and out | S |
There isn t any room at all for any kind of doubt | S |
It s just a plain straightforward tale a tale that lets you know | E |
The way they lived in Palestine three thousand years ago | E |
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It s strange to read it all to day the shifting of the stock | T |
You d think you see the caravans that loaf behind the flock | T |
The little donkeys and the mules the sheep that slowly spread | U |
And maybe Dan or Naphthali a ridin on ahead | U |
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The long dry dusty summer days the smouldering fires at night | V |
The stir and bustle of the camp at break of morning light | V |
The little kids that skipped about the camels dead slow tramp | W |
I wish I d done a week or two in Old Man Jacob s camp | W |
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But if I keep the narrer path some day perhaps I ll know | E |
How Jacob bred them strawberry calves three thousand years ago | E |
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