The Amateur Rider Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFF GGHH IIJJ KKAA LLMM AAJJ KKLL NNOO PPQQ MMRR SSKK| Him goin' to ride for us Him with the pants and the eyeglass and all | A |
| Amateur don't he just look it it's twenty to one on a fall | A |
| Boss must be gone off his head to be sending out steeplechase crack | B |
| Out over fences like these with an object like that on his back | B |
| Ride Don't tell me he can ride With his pants just as loose as balloons | C |
| How can he sit on a horse and his spurs like a pair of harpoons | C |
| Ought to be under the Dog Act he ought and be kept off the course | D |
| Fall why he'd fall off a cart let alone off a steeplechase horse | D |
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| Yessir the 'orse is all ready I wish you'd have rode him before | E |
| Nothing like knowing your 'orse sir and this chap's a terror to bore | E |
| Battleaxe always could pull and he rushes his fences like fun | F |
| Stands off his jump twenty feet and then springs like a shot from a gun | F |
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| Oh he can jump 'em all right sir you make no mistake 'e's a toff | G |
| Clouts 'em in earnest too sometimes you mind that he don't clout you off | G |
| Don't seem to mind how he hits 'em his shins is as hard as a nail | H |
| Sometimes you'll see the fence shake and the splinters fly up from the rail | H |
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| All you can do is to hold him and just let him jump as he likes | I |
| Give him his head at the fences and hang on like death if he strikes | I |
| Don't let him run himself out you can lie third or fourth in the race | J |
| Until you clear the stone wall and from that you can put on the pace | J |
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| Fell at that wall once he did and it gave him a regular spread | K |
| Ever since that time he flies it he'll stop if you pull at his head | K |
| Just let him race you can trust him he'll take first class care he don't fall | A |
| And I think that's the lot but remember he must have his head at the wall | A |
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| Well he's down safe as far as the start and he seems to sit on pretty neat | L |
| Only his baggified breeches would ruinate anyone's seat | L |
| They're away here they come the first fence and he's head over heels for a crown | M |
| Good for the new chum he's over and two of the others are down | M |
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| Now for the treble my hearty By Jove he can ride after all | A |
| Whoop that's your sort let him fly them He hasn't much fear of a fall | A |
| Who in the world would have thought it And aren't they just going a pace | J |
| Little Recruit in the lead there will make it a stoutly run race | J |
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| Lord but they're racing in earnest and down goes Recruit on his head | K |
| Rolling clean over his boy it's a miracle if he ain't dead | K |
| Battleaxe Battleaxe yet By the Lord he's got most of 'em beat | L |
| Ho did you see how he struck and the swell never moved in his seat | L |
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| Second time round and by Jingo he's holding his lead of 'em well | N |
| Hark to him clouting the timber It don't seem to trouble the swell | N |
| Now for the wall let him rush it A thirty foot leap I declare | O |
| Never a shift in his seat and he's racing for home like a hare | O |
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| What's that that's chasing him Rataplan regular demon to stay | P |
| Sit down and ride for your life now Oh good that's the style come away | P |
| Rataplan's certain to beat you unless you can give him the slip | Q |
| Sit down and rub in the whalebone now give him the spurs and the whip | Q |
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| Battleaxe Battleaxe yet and it's Battleaxe wins for a crown | M |
| Look at him rushing the fences he wants to bring t'other chap down | M |
| Rataplan never will catch him if only he keeps on his pins | R |
| Now the last fence and he's over it Battleaxe Battleaxe wins | R |
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| Well sir you rode him just perfect I knew from the fust you could ride | S |
| Some of the chaps said you couldn't an' I says just like this a' one side | S |
| Mark me I says that's a tradesman the saddle is where he was bred | K |
| Weight you're all right sir and thank you and them was the words that I said | K |
Banjo Paterson
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