The Mylora Elopement Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weepA
And the shepherd with his billy half awake and half asleepA
Folds his fleecy flocks that linger homewards in the setting sunB
Lived my hero Jim the Ringer cocky on Mylora RunB
Jimmy loved the super's daughter Miss Amelia Jane McGrathC
Long and earnestly he sought her but he feared her stern papaD
And Amelia loved him truly but the course of love if trueE
Never yet ran smooth or duly as I think it ought to doE
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Pondering o'er his predilection Jimmy watched McGrath the bossF
Riding past his lone selection looking for a station 'ossF
That was running in the ranges with a mob of outlaws wildG
Mac the time of day exchanges off goes Jim to see his childG
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Says The old man's after Stager which he'll find is no light jobH
And tomorrow I will wager he will try and yard the mobH
Will you come with me tomorrow I will let the parson knowI
And for ever joy or sorrow he will join us here belowI
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I will bring the nags so speedy Crazy Jane and TambourineJ
One more kiss don't think I'm greedy good bye lass before I'm seenJ
Just one more God bless you dearie Don't forget to meet me hereK
Life without you is but weary now once more good bye my dearL
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The daylight shines on figures twainM
That ride across Mylora PlainM
Laughing and talking Jim and JaneM
Steady darling There's lots of timeN
Didn't we slip the old man primeN
I knew he'd tackle that Bowneck mobH
I reckon he'll find it too big a jobH
They've beaten us all I had a tryO
But the warrigal devils seem to flyO
That Sambo's a real good but of stuffP
No doubt but not quite good enoughP
He'll have to gallop the livelong dayQ
To cut and come to race and stayQ
I hope he yards 'em 'twill do him goodR
To see us going I don't think wouldR
A turn in the road and fair and squareS
They meet the old man standing thereS
What's up Why running away of courseF
Says Jim emboldened The old man turnedT
His eye with wild excitement burnedT
I've raced all day through the scorching heatU
After old Bowneck and now I'm beatU
But over that range I think you'll findV
The Bowneck mob all run stone blindV
Will you go and leave the mob behindV
Which will you do Take the girl awayQ
Or ride like a white man should todayQ
And yard old Bowneck Go or stayQ
Says Jim I can't throw this awayQ
We can bolt some other day of courseF
Amelia Jane get off that horseF
Up you get Old Man Whoop hallooO
Here goes to put old Bowneck throughE
Two distant specks om the mountain sideW
Two stockwhips echoing far and wideW
Amelia Jane sat down and criedW
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Sakes Amelia what's up nowX
Leading old Sambo too I vowX
And him deadbeat Where have you beenY
'Bolted with Jim ' What do you meanJ
'Met the old man with Sambo lickedZ
From running old Bowneck ' Well I'm kickedZ
'Ran 'em till Sambo nearly dropped '-
What did Jim do when you were stoppedA2
Did you bolt from father across the plainM
'Jim made you get off Crazy JaneM
And father got on and away againB2
The two of 'em went to the ranges grim '-
Good boy Jimmy Oh well done JimC2
They're sure to get them now of courseF
That Tambourine is a spanking horseF
And Crazy Jane is good as goldD2
And Jim they say rides pretty boldD2
Not like your father but very fairS
Jim will have to follow the mareS
It never was yet in father's hideW
To best my Jim on the mountain sideW
Jim can rally and Jim can rideW
But here again Amelia criedW
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The sound of whip comes faint and farE2
A rattle of hoofs and here they areE2
In all their tameless prideW
The fleet wild horses snort and fearL
And wheel and break as the yard draws nearL
Now Jim the Ringer rideW
Wheel 'em wheel 'em Whoa back there whoaI
And the foam flakes fly like the driven snowI
As under the whip the horses goI
Adown the mountain sideW
And Jim hands down and teeth firm setF2
On a horse that never has failed him yetF2
Is after them down the rangeG2
Well ridden well ridden they wheel whoa backH2
And long and loud the stockwhips crackH2
Their flying course they changeG2
Steadily does it let Sambo goI
Open those sliprails down belowI
Smart or you'll be too lateI2
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They'll follow old Sambo up look outJ2
Whee that black horse give Sam a cloutJ2
They're in Make fast the gateI2
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The mob is safely in the yardK2
The old man mounts delighted guardK2
No thought has he but for his prizeF
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Jim catches poor Amelia's eyesF
Will you come after all The job is doneB
And Crazy Jane is fit to runB
For a prince's life now don't say noI
Slip on while the old man's down belowI
At the inner yard and away we'll goI
Will you come my girl I will you betF2
We'll manage this here elopement yetF2
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By the winding Wollondilly stands the hut of Ringer JimC2
And his loving little Meely makes a perfect god of himC2
He has stalwart sons and daughters and I think before he's doneB
There'll be numerous Six fortys taken on Mylora RunB

Banjo Paterson



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