Jack Corrigan Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEFGHGH IJIJKLKLMNMN EOEDPQPQRSRS TUTUEVEVWEWE XEXE YZYZA2B2A2B2 C2D2C2D2 FCFCE2DE2D F2G2F2G2H2B2H2B2 I2EI2ERJ2RJ2 TK2TK2 L2M2L2M2 ZN2ZN2 O2IO2IP2L2 Q2L2R2S2R2T2 U2V2U2V2F2W2X2W2XEXE| It's my shout this time boys so come along and breast the bar | A |
| And kindly mention what you're going to take | B |
| I don't feel extra thirsty so I'll sample that three star | A |
| Now lad come look alive for goodness sake | B |
| So spake he as he raised the brimming glass towards the light | C |
| So spake Long Jack the boldest mountaineer | D |
| Who ever down from Nungar raced a brumby mob in flight | C |
| Or laid a stockwhip on a stubborn steer | D |
| From Jindabyne to Providence along the Eucumbene | E |
| The kindest hearted fellow to be found | F |
| And when he crossed the saddle not a horse was ever seen | E |
| That could make Jack quit his hold to seek the ground | F |
| The women smiled with pleasure the children laughed aloud | G |
| The very dogs came barking at his feet | H |
| While outside the Squatter's Arms the men came forward in a crowd | G |
| To welcome Jack when he rode up the street | H |
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| But though the boldest horseman who by midnight or by day | I |
| E'er held a mob of cattle on a camp | J |
| There were squatters on Monaro who had yet been known to say | I |
| That Jack was an unmitigated scamp | J |
| And true it is Jack Corrigan possessed a serious fault | K |
| Which caused his gentle blue eyed wife much grief | L |
| And many were the bitter tears she mingled with the salt | K |
| With which she cured their neighbours' tend'rest beef | L |
| And often would she tearful take her smiling spouse to task | M |
| Who'd answer as her pretty face he kissed | N |
| That a beast lost all identity when pickled in the cask | M |
| And a bullock more or less would ne'er be missed | N |
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| But now as Jack stood all prepared to toss his nobbler down | E |
| A softly murmured whisper met his ear | O |
| I just saw Trooper Fraser get a warrant up the town | E |
| He's after you old man you'd better clear | D |
| Jack never thanked the donor of this excellent advice | P |
| As the glass fell through his fingers with a crash | Q |
| With a bound across the footpath he was mounted in a trice | P |
| And speeding down the roadway like a flash | Q |
| While Trooper William Fraser wore a very gloomy face | R |
| As he watched his prey go flying down the road | S |
| But he settled in the saddle and prepared to give him chase | R |
| As Jack struck out a line for his abode | S |
| - | |
| On the road toward the Show Ground then there hung a big swing gate | T |
| Jack's filly cleared its bars in glorious style | U |
| But he held her well together for he knew the trooper's weight | T |
| Would give him distance in each mile | U |
| For Jack rode twelve stone fully while Bill Fraser rode but nine | E |
| Sweetbriar's strength must surely soon be spent | V |
| Being grass fed while the trooper's chestnut horse could always dine | E |
| Off oats and barley to his heart's content | V |
| And all aloud Jack cursed the day he'd ever killed a beast | W |
| Or branded calf he couldn't call his own | E |
| While the hoof strokes on the road beat out a song that never ceased | W |
| To echo in his ears with mocking tone | E |
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| Three years in gaol in gaol three years the jeering echoes sang | X |
| The granite boulders caught the wild refrain | E |
| A broken life a weeping wife 'Twas thus the rhythm rang | X |
| And a baby boy you'll never see again | E |
| - | |
| He groaned and then to dull the sound spoke loudly to the mare | Y |
| And bade her never slacken in her speed | Z |
| For God's sake take me home lass with a little time to spare | Y |
| Five minutes at the most is all I need | Z |
| Just time to catch old Dandy where he's munching second growth | A2 |
| Of hay just time to leap upon his back | B2 |
| And then the smartest trap who ever swore a lying oath | A2 |
| Could never foot me down the River track | B2 |
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| Sweetbriar pricked her ears and shook a foam flake from her bit | C2 |
| As she heard his words and doubtless caught their sense | D2 |
| And the rotten granite pebbles rattled round her as she lit | C2 |
| On the homeward side the Rosedale bound'ry fence | D2 |
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| As they scrambled round by Locker's Hill Jack Corrigan looked round | F |
| And as he looked was filled with stern delight | C |
| For he saw the baldfaced chestnut struggling fiercely on the ground | F |
| Though the hill shut out the sequel from his sight | C |
| His triumph was but short for as he stemmed the wide morass | E2 |
| Where floods had muddied waters once so clear | D |
| And left the giant tussocks tangled tightly in a mass | E2 |
| The trooper still kept drawing on his rear | D |
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| The Murrumbidgee's icy stream was widened out by flood | F2 |
| They swam it at the willow shaded ford | G2 |
| As they passed the station buildings his long spurs were red with blood | F2 |
| Sweetbriar's heaving flanks were deeply scored | G2 |
| Her stride grew more uneven though she answered every call | H2 |
| No jockey rode a better race than Jack | B2 |
| As he eased her up the hills and pressed her onward down the fall | H2 |
| Round the sidlings of the Billylingra track | B2 |
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| They left O'Rourke's behind them where it fronts the big bald hill | I2 |
| At the Flat Rock Jack was riding all he knew | E |
| With all the dash and judgement of the famed Monaro skill | I2 |
| Yet he couldn't keep the trooper out of view | E |
| He spied his tiny homestead as Bill Fraser gained apace | R |
| And loudly warned the fugitive to yield | J2 |
| Who turned half round but saw no sign of pity in his face | R |
| As they swept across the cultivation field | J2 |
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| Their hoofs' dull thunder brought the wife in wonder to the gate | T |
| She waved her hand in answer to his shout | K2 |
| While Dandy from his paddock whinnied loudly to his mate | T |
| To know what all the trouble was about | K2 |
| - | |
| God help us now the end has come the wretched woman cried | L2 |
| And leant against the gate to catch her breath | M2 |
| While the tiny blue eyed toddler cheered his father on his ride | L2 |
| Towards the ghastly winning post of Death | M2 |
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| The filly's failing fast thought Jack she's nothing but a weed | Z |
| It's a certainty she can't keep long in front | N2 |
| I'll make a splendid target if he likes to draw a bead | Z |
| As I try to cross the river on the punt | N2 |
| - | |
| He left the mare and scrambled through the ti tree growing rank | O2 |
| Deep rooted in its bed of yellow clay | I |
| But when he reached the river stood and trembled on the bank | O2 |
| My God he hoarsely said it's swept away | I |
| The punt was gone the rope of wire still stretched from shore to shore | P2 |
| Jack paused but half a moment to decide | L2 |
| - | |
| And as he scrambled down the bank the wond'ring trooper saw | Q2 |
| Him struggling half across the rushing tide | L2 |
| The angry waters swept him down and every nerve was strained | R2 |
| To keep his hold upon the frail support | S2 |
| Though icy numbness seized him yet his courage never waned | R2 |
| The hope of freedom filled his every thought | T2 |
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| The rope swayed low beneath his weight and bellied to the stream | U2 |
| Around his head the flying ripples curled | V2 |
| While high above the river's roar rang out the awful scream | U2 |
| Of a soul that flies in terror from the world | V2 |
| A mighty log borne swiftly on the bosom of the flood | F2 |
| Resistless swept him 'neath the eager wave | W2 |
| And sucked him down to river depths and there beneath the foam | X2 |
| Jack Corrigan sought out a nameless grave | W2 |
| Good bye to life good bye to life the mocking wavelets sang | X |
| The towering cliffs took up the wild refrain | E |
| A broken life a weeping wife 'Twas thus the rhythm rang | X |
| And a baby boy he'll never see again | E |
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