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How Babs Malone Cut Down The Field Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Now the squatters and the cockies	A
Shearers trainers and their jockeys	A
Had gathered them together for a meeting on	B
the flat	C
They had mustered all their forces	A
Owners brought their fastest horses	A
Monaro bred I couldn't give them greater praise	A
than that	C
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Twas a lovely day in Summer	D
What the blacksmith called a hummer	D
The swelling ears of wheat and oats had lost	E
their tender green	F
And breezes made them shiver	D
Trending westward to the river	D
The river of the golden sands the moaning	G
Eucumbene	F
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If you cared to take the trouble	H
You could watch the misty double	H
The shadow of the flying clouds that skimmed the	I
Boogong's brow	J
Throwing light and shade incessant	K
On the Bull Peak's ragged crescent	K
Upon whose gloomy forehead lay a patch of	L
winter's snow	F
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Idly watching for the starting	G
Of the race that he had part in	F
Old Gaylad stood and champed his bit his	A
weight about nine stone	F
His owner stood beside him	M
Who was also going to ride him	M
A shearer from Gegederick whose name was	A
Ned Malone	F
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But Gaylad felt disgusted	N
For his joints were fairly rusted	N
He longed to feel the pressure of the jockey on his	A
back	O
And he felt that for a pin he'd	P
Join his mates who loudly whinnied	P
For him to go and meet them at the post upon	F
the track	O
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From among the waiting cattle	H
Came the sound of childish prattle	H
And the wife brought up their babe to kiss his	A
father for good luck	Q
Said Malone When I am seated	P
On old Gaylad and am treated	P
With fairish play I'll bet we never finish in the	I
ruck	Q
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But the babe was not contented	P
Though his pinafore was scented	P
With oranges and sticky from his lollies for he	R
cried	P
This gallant little laddie	P
As he toddled to his daddy	P
And raised his arms imploringly Please dad	P
div Babs a wide	P
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The father how he chuckled	P
For the pride of it and buckled	P
The surcingle and placed the babe astride the	I
racing pad	P
He did it though he oughtn't	P
And by pure good luck he shortened	P
The stirrups and adjusted them to suit the	I
tiny lad	P
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Who was seemingly delighted	P
Not a little bit affrighted	P
He sat and twined a chubby hand among the	I
horse's mane	F
His whip was in the other	D
But all suddenly the mother	D
Shrieked Take him off and then the field came	S
thund'ring down the plain	F
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'Twas the Handicap was coming	G
And the music of their drumming	G
Beat dull upon the turf that in its summer coat was	A
dressed	P
The racehorse reared and started	P
Then the flimsy bridle parted	P
And Gaylad bearing featherweight was striding	G
with the rest	P
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That scene cannot be painted	P
How the poor young mother fainted	P
How the father drove his spurs into the nearest	P
saddle horse	A
What to do he had no notion	F
For you'd easier turn the ocean	F
Than stop the Handicap that then was half way	T
round the course	A
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On the bookies at their yelling	G
On the cheap jacks at their selling	G
On the crowd there fell a silence as the squadron	F
passed the stand	P
Gayest colours flashing brightly	P
And the baby clinging tightly	P
A wisp of Gaylad's mane still twisted in his	A
little hand	P
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Not a thought had he of falling	G
Though his little legs were galling	G
And the wind blew out his curls behind him in a	I
golden stream	U
Though the motion made him dizzy	P
Yet his baby brain was busy	P
For hadn't he at length attained the substance	A
of his dream	U
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He was now a jockey really	P
And he saw his duty clearly	P
To do his best to win and justify his father's	A
pride	P
So he clicked his tongue to Gaylad	P
Whispering softly Get away lad	P
The old horse cocked an ear and put six inches	A
on his stride	P
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Then the jockeys who were tailing	G
Saw the big bay horse come sailing	G
Through the midst of them with nothing but a baby	P
on his back	O
And this startling apparition	F
Coolly took up its position	F
With a view of making running on the inside	P
of the track	O
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Oh Gaylad was a beauty	P
For he knew and did his duty	P
Though his reins were flying loosely strange to	P
say he never fell	V
But held himself together	D
For his weight was but a feather	D
Bob Murphy when he saw him murmured	P
something like Oh hell	V
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But Gaylad passed the filly	P
Passed Jack Costigan on Chilli	P
Cut down the coward Watakip and challenged	P
Guelder Rose	A
Here it was he showed his cunning	G
Let the mare make all the running	G
They turned into the straight stride for	W
stride and nose for nose	A
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But Babs was just beginning	G
To have fears about his winning	G
In fact to tell the truth my hero felt inclined	P
to cry	X
For the Rose was still in blossom	Y
And two lengths behind her Possum	Y
And gallant little Sterling slow but sure	Z
were drawing nigh	X
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Yes Babsie's heart was failing	G
For he felt old Gaylad ailing	G
Another fifty yards to go he felt his chance	A
was gone	F
Could he do it much he doubted	P
Then the crowd oh how they shouted	P
For Babs had never dropped his whip and now he	P
laid it on	F
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Down the straight the leaders thundered	P
While people cheered and wondered	P
For ne'er before had any seen the equal of that	P
sight	P
And never will they maybe	P
See a flaxen haired baby	P
Flog racehorse to the winning post with all his	A