The Road To Hogan's Gap Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ KLKL MNMN OPQP RJRJ STST UVUV WXKX EYEY HZHZ NA2NA2 B2JB2J C2D2C2D2 E2DE2D OF2OF2 G2H2G2H2 EC2EC2 C2I2C2I2 IJ2IJ2 K2BK2B C2L2C2L2 TISSTI

Now look you see it s this way likeA
You cross the broken bridgeB
And run the crick down till you strikeA
The second right hand ridgeB
The track is hard to see in partsC
But still it s pretty clearD
There s been two Injin hawkers cartsC
Along that road this yearD
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Well run that right hand ridge alongE
It ain t to say too steepF
There s two fresh tracks might put you wrongE
Where blokes went out with sheepF
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But keep the crick upon your rightG
And follow pretty straightH
Along the spur until you sightG
A wire and sapling gateH
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Well that s where Hogan s old grey mareI
Fell off and broke her backJ
You ll see her carcase layin thereI
Jist down below the trackJ
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And then you drop two mile or threeK
It s pretty steep and blindL
You want to go and fall a treeK
And tie it on behindL
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And then you pass a broken cartM
Below a granite bluffN
And that is where you strike the partM
They reckon pretty roughN
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But by the time you ve got that farO
It s either cure or killP
So turn your horses round the spurQ
And face em up the hillP
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For look if you should miss the slopeR
And get below the trackJ
You haven t got the whitest hopeR
Of ever gettin backJ
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An half way up you ll see the hideS
Of Hogan s brindled bullT
Well mind and keep the right hand sideS
The left s too steep a pullT
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And both the banks is full of cracksU
An just about at darkV
You ll see the last year s bullock tracksU
Where Hogan drew the barkV
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The marks is old and pretty faintW
And grown with scrub and suchX
Of course the track to Hogan s ain tK
A road that s travelled muchX
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But turn and run the tracks alongE
For half a mile or moreY
And then of course you can t go wrongE
You re right at Hogan s doorY
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When first you come to Hogan s gateH
He mightn t show perhapsZ
He s pretty sure to plant and waitH
To see it ain t the trapsZ
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I wouldn t call it good enoughN
To let your horses outA2
There s some that s pretty extra roughN
Is livin round aboutA2
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It s likely if your horses didB2
Get feedin near the trackJ
It s goin to cost at least a quidB2
Or more to get them backJ
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So if you find they re off the placeC2
It s up to you to goD2
And flash a quid in Hogan s faceC2
He ll know the blokes that knowD2
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But listen if you re feelin dryE2
Just see there s no one nearD
And go and wink the other eyeE2
And ask for ginger beerD
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The blokes come in from near and farO
To sample Hogan s popF2
They reckon once they breast the barO
They stay there till they dropF2
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On Sundays you can see them spreadG2
Like flies around the tapH2
It s like that song The Livin DeadG2
Up there at Hogan s GapH2
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They like to make it pretty strongE
Whenever there s a charnceC2
So when a stranger comes alongE
They always holds a danceC2
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There s recitations songs and fightsC2
A willin lot you ll meetI2
There s one long bloke up there recitesC2
I tell you he s a treatI2
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They re lively blokes all right up thereI
It s never dull a dayJ2
I d go meself if I could spareI
The time to get awayJ2
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The stranger turned his horses quickK2
He didn t cross the bridgeB
He didn t go along the crickK2
To strike the second ridgeB
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He didn t make the trip becauseC2
He wasn t feeling fitL2
His business up at Hogan s wasC2
To serve him with a writL2
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He reckoned if he faced the pullT
And climbed the rocky stairI
The next to come might find his hideS
A land mark on the mountain sideS
Along with Hogan s brindled bullT
And Hogan s old grey mareI

Banjo Paterson



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