Where The Dead Men Lie Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCCB DBDBEEEB ABAEFFFB CBCBCCCB GBGBAAAB ABABCCCB HBHBBBBB BBBBIIIB| Out on the wastes of the Never Never | A |
| That's where the dead men lie | B |
| There where the heat waves dance forever | A |
| That's where the dead men lie | B |
| That's where the Earth's loved sons are keeping | C |
| Endless tryst not the west wind sweeping | C |
| Feverish pinions can wake their sleeping | C |
| Out where the dead men lie | B |
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| Where brown Summer and Death have mated | D |
| That's where the dead men lie | B |
| Loving with fiery lust unsated | D |
| That's where the dead men lie | B |
| Out where the grinning skulls bleach whitely | E |
| Under the saltbush sparkling brightly | E |
| Out where the wild dogs chorus nightly | E |
| That's where the dead men lie | B |
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| Deep in the yellow flowing river | A |
| That's where the dead men lie | B |
| Under the banks where the shadows quiver | A |
| That's where the dead men he | E |
| Where the platypus twists and doubles | F |
| Leaving a train of tiny bubbles | F |
| Rid at last of their earthly troubles | F |
| That's where the dead men lie | B |
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| East and backward pale faces turning | C |
| That's how the dead men lie | B |
| Gaunt arms stretched with a voiceless yearning | C |
| That's how the dead men lie | B |
| Oft in the fragrant hush of nooning | C |
| Hearing again their mother's crooning | C |
| Wrapt for aye in a dreamful swooning | C |
| That's how the dead men lie | B |
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| Only the hand of Night can free them | G |
| That's when the dead men fly | B |
| Only the frightened cattle see them | G |
| See the dead men go by | B |
| Cloven hoofs beating out one measure | A |
| Bidding the stockmen know no leisure | A |
| That's when the dead men take their pleasure | A |
| That's when the dead men fly | B |
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| Ask too the never sleeping drover | A |
| He sees the dead pass by | B |
| Hearing them call to their friends the plover | A |
| Hearing the dead men cry | B |
| Seeing their faces stealing stealing | C |
| Hearing their laughter pealing pealing | C |
| Watching their grey forms wheeling wheeling | C |
| Round where the cattle lie | B |
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| Strangled by thirst and fierce privation | H |
| That's how the dead men die | B |
| Out on Moncygrub's farthest station | H |
| That's how the dead men die | B |
| Hard faced greybeards youngsters caflow | B |
| Some mounds cared for some left fallow | B |
| Some deep down yet others shallow | B |
| Some having but the sky | B |
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| Moncygrub as he sips his claret | B |
| Looks with complacent eye | B |
| Down at his watch chain eighteen carat | B |
| There in his club hard by | B |
| Recks not that every link is stamped with | I |
| Names of the men whose limbs are cramped with | I |
| Too long lying in grave mould cramped with | I |
| Death where the dead men lie | B |
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
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