The Sausage Candidate-a Tale Of The Elections Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEBECFBFB CGHGIHIH GGGGCGCG JIJICBCB CBCBCBCB CBCBKCKC LBLBMNMN CGCGIOIP IGIGQAQA

Our fathers brave men were and strongA
And whisky was their daily liquorB
They used to move the world alongA
In better style than now and quickerB
Elections then were sport you betC
A trifle rough there's no denyingD
When two opposing factions metC
The skin and hair were always flyingD
When cabbage trees could still be wornE
Without the question Who's your hatterB
There dawned a bright election mornE
Upon the town of ParramattaC
A man called Jones was all the goF
The people's friend the poor's protectorB
A long gaunt six foot slab of woeF
He sought to charm the green electorB
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How Jones had one time been trusteeC
For his small niece and he the villainG
Betrayed his trust most shamefullyH
And robbed the child of every shillin'G
He used to keep accounts they sayI
To save himself in case of troubleH
Whatever cash he paid awayI
He always used to charge it doubleH
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He'd buy the child a cotton gownG
Too coarse and rough to dress a cat inG
And then he'd go and put it downG
And charge the price of silk or satinG
He gave her once a little treatC
An outing down the harbour sunnyG
And Lord the bill for bread and meatC
You'd think they all had eaten moneyG
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But Jones exposed the course he tookJ
By carelessness such men are ninniesI
He went and entered in his bookJ
Two pounds of sausages two guineasI
Now this leaked out and folk got riledC
And said that Jones he didn't oughterB
But what cared Jones he only smiledC
Abuse ran off his back like waterB
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And so he faced the world contentC
His little niece he never paid herB
And then he stood for ParliamentC
Of course he was a rank free traderB
His wealth was great success appearedC
To smile propitious on his bannerB
But Providence it interferedC
In this most unexpected mannerB
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A person call him Brown for shortC
Who knew the story of this stealerB
Went calmly down the town and boughtC
Two pounds of sausage from a dealerB
And then he got a long bambooK
And tightly tied the sausage to itC
Says he This is the thing to doK
And I am just the man to do itC
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When Jones comes out to make his speechL
I won't a clapper be or hisserB
But with this long bamboo I'll reachL
And poke the sausage in his 'kisser'B
I'll bring the wretch to scorn and shameM
Unless those darned police are nighN
As sure as Brown's my glorious nameM
I'll knock that candidate sky highN
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The speech comes on beneath the standC
The people push and surge and eddyG
But Brown waits calmly close at handC
With all his apparatus readyG
And while the speaker loudly criesI
Of ages all this is the boss ageO
Brown hits him square between the eyesI
Exclaiming What's the price of sausageP
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He aimed the victuals in his faceI
As though he thought poor Jones a gluttonG
And Jones was covered with disgraceI
Disgrace and shame and beef and muttonG
His cause was lost a hopeless wreckQ
He crept off from the hooting throngA
Protection proudly ruled the deckQ
Here ends the sausage and the songA

Banjo Paterson



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