The Geebung Polo Club Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDBDAA EEFFGGEEAA BBHIBBBB BBJJBB KKL BBBBAA M| It was somewhere up the country in a land of rock and scrub | A |
| That they formed an institution called the Geebung Polo Club | A |
| They were long and wiry natives from the rugged mountain side | B |
| And the horse was never saddled that the Geebungs couldn't ride | B |
| But their style of playing polo was irregular and rash | C |
| They had mighty little science but a mighty lot of dash | C |
| And they played on mountain ponies that were muscular and strong | D |
| Though their coats were quite unpolished | B |
| and their manes and tails were long | D |
| And they used to train those ponies wheeling cattle in the scrub | A |
| They were demons were the members of the Geebung Polo Club | A |
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| It was somewhere down the country in a city's smoke and steam | E |
| That a polo club existed called The Cuff and Collar Team' | E |
| As a social institution 'twas a marvellous success | F |
| For the members were distinguished by exclusiveness and dress | F |
| They had natty little ponies that were nice and smooth and sleek | G |
| For their cultivated owners only rode 'em once a week | G |
| So they started up the country in pursuit of sport and fame | E |
| For they meant to show the Geebungs how they ought to play the game | E |
| And they took their valets with them just to give their boots a rub | A |
| Ere they started operations on the Geebung Polo Club | A |
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| Now my readers can imagine how the contest ebbed and flowed | B |
| When the Geebung boys got going it was time to clear the road | B |
| And the game was so terrific that ere half the time was gone | H |
| A spectator's leg was broken just from merely looking on | I |
| For they waddied one another till the plain was strewn with dead | B |
| While the score was kept so even that they neither got ahead | B |
| And the Cuff and Collar Captain when he tumbled off to die | B |
| Was the last surviving player so the game was called a tie | B |
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| Then the Captain of the Geebungs raised him slowly from the ground | B |
| Though his wounds were mostly mortal yet he fiercely gazed around | B |
| There was no one to oppose him all the rest were in a trance | J |
| So he scrambled on his pony for his last expiring chance | J |
| For he meant to make an effort to get victory to his side | B |
| So he struck at goal and missed it then he tumbled off and died | B |
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| By the old Campaspe River where the breezes shake the grass | K |
| There's a row of little gravestones that the stockmen never pass | K |
| For they bear a crude inscription saying Stranger drop a tear | L |
| For the Cuff and Collar players and the Geebung boys lie here ' | - |
| And on misty moonlit evenings while the dingoes howl around | B |
| You can see their shadows flitting down that phantom polo ground | B |
| You can hear the loud collisions as the flying players meet | B |
| And the rattle of the mallets and the rush of ponies' feet | B |
| Till the terrified spectator rides like blazes to the pub | A |
| He's been haunted by the spectres of the Geebung Polo Club | A |
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| A B Banjo Paterson | M |
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