The Quest Eternal Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEBB FFGG HHII JJKKBB LLKK| O west of all that a man holds dear on the edge of the Kingdom Come | A |
| Where carriage is far too high for beer and the pubs keep only rum | A |
| On the sunburnt ways of the Outer Back on the plains of the darkening scrub | B |
| I have followed the wandering teamster's track and it always led to a pub | B |
| There's always in man some gift to show some power he can command | C |
| And mine is the Gift that I always know when a pub is close at hand | C |
| I can pick them out on the London streets though most of their pubs are queer | D |
| Such solid looking and swell retreats with never a sign of beer | D |
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| In the march of the boys through Palestine when the noontide fervour glowed | E |
| Over the desert in thirsty line our sunburnt squadrons rode | E |
| They looked at the desert lone and drear stone ridges and stunted scrub | B |
| And said We should have had Ginger here I bet he'd have found a pub | B |
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| We started out in the noonday heat on a trip that was fast and far | F |
| We took in one each side of the street to balance the blooming car | F |
| But then we started a long dry run on a road we did not know | G |
| In the blinding gleam of the noonday sun with the dust as white as snow | G |
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| For twenty minutes without a drink we strove with our dreadful thirst | H |
| But the chauffeur pointed and said I think I answered I saw it first | H |
| A pub with a good old fashioned air with bottles behind the blind | I |
| And a golden tint in the barmaid's hair I could see it all in my mind | I |
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| Ere ever the motor ceased its roar ere ever the chauffeur knew | J |
| I made a dash for the open door and madly darted through | J |
| I looked for the barmaid golden crowned as they were in the good old time | K |
| And shades of Hennessy what I found was a wowser selling lime | K |
| And the scoundrel said as he stopped to put on his lime washed boots a rub | B |
| The Local Option voted it shut it ain't no longer a pub | B |
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| 'Twas then I rose to my greatest heights in dignified retreat | L |
| The greatest men in the world's great fights are those who are great in defeat | L |
| I shall think with pride till the day I die of my confidence sublime | K |
| For I looked the wowser straight in the eye and asked for a pint of lime | K |
Banjo Paterson
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