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

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Our fathers brave men were and strong	A
And whisky was their daily liquor	B
They used to move the world along	A
In better style than now and quicker	B
Elections then were sport you bet	C
A trifle rough there's no denying	D
When two opposing factions met	C
The skin and hair were always flying	D
When cabbage trees could still be worn	E
Without the question Who's your hatter	B
There dawned a bright election morn	E
Upon the town of Parramatta	C
A man called Jones was all the go	F
The people's friend the poor's protector	B
A long gaunt six foot slab of woe	F
He sought to charm the green elector	B
	-
How Jones had one time been trustee	C
For his small niece and he the villain	G
Betrayed his trust most shamefully	H
And robbed the child of every shillin'	G
He used to keep accounts they say	I
To save himself in case of trouble	H
Whatever cash he paid away	I
He always used to charge it double	H
	-
He'd buy the child a cotton gown	G
Too coarse and rough to dress a cat in	G
And then he'd go and put it down	G
And charge the price of silk or satin	G
He gave her once a little treat	C
An outing down the harbour sunny	G
And Lord the bill for bread and meat	C
You'd think they all had eaten money	G
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But Jones exposed the course he took	J
By carelessness such men are ninnies	I
He went and entered in his book	J
Two pounds of sausages two guineas	I
Now this leaked out and folk got riled	C
And said that Jones he didn't oughter	B
But what cared Jones he only smiled	C
Abuse ran off his back like water	B
	-
And so he faced the world content	C
His little niece he never paid her	B
And then he stood for Parliament	C
Of course he was a rank free trader	B
His wealth was great success appeared	C
To smile propitious on his banner	B
But Providence it interfered	C
In this most unexpected manner	B
	-
A person call him Brown for short	C
Who knew the story of this stealer	B
Went calmly down the town and bought	C
Two pounds of sausage from a dealer	B
And then he got a long bamboo	K
And tightly tied the sausage to it	C
Says he This is the thing to do	K
And I am just the man to do it	C
	-
When Jones comes out to make his speech	L
I won't a clapper be or hisser	B
But with this long bamboo I'll reach	L
And poke the sausage in his 'kisser'	B
I'll bring the wretch to scorn and shame	M
Unless those darned police are nigh	N
As sure as Brown's my glorious name	M
I'll knock that candidate sky high	N
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The speech comes on beneath the stand	C
The people push and surge and eddy	G
But Brown waits calmly close at hand	C
With all his apparatus ready	G
And while the speaker loudly cries	I
Of ages all this is the boss age	O
Brown hits him square between the eyes	I
Exclaiming What's the price of sausage	P
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He aimed the victuals in his face	I
As though he thought poor Jones a glutton	G
And Jones was covered with disgrace	I
Disgrace and shame and beef and mutton	G
His cause was lost a hopeless wreck	Q
He crept off from the hooting throng	A
Protection proudly ruled the deck	Q
Here ends the sausage and the song	A

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