A Morning Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDB EEFFCC GGDDGG BBHHII HHJJKK LLMMNN OOPPII QQRRSS BDDTT| The thrush is in the wattle tree an' 'O you pretty dear ' | A |
| He's callin' to his little wife for all the bush to hear | B |
| He's wantin' all the bush to know about his charmin' hen | C |
| He sings it over fifty times an' then begins again | C |
| For it's Mornin' Mornin' The world is wet with dew | D |
| With tiny drops a twinkle where the sun comes shinin' thro' | B |
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| The thrush is in the wattle tree red robin's underneath | E |
| The little blue cap's dodgin' in an' out amongst the heath | E |
| An' they're singin' boy they're singin' like they'd bust 'emselves to bits | F |
| While up above old Laughin' Jack is having forty fits | F |
| For it's Mornin' Mornin' The leaves are all ashine | C |
| There's treasure all about the place an' all of it is mine | C |
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| Oh it's good to be a wealthy man it's grand to be a king | G |
| With mornin' on the forest land an' joy in everything | G |
| It's fine to be a healthy man with healthy work to do | D |
| In the singin' land the clean land washed again with dew | D |
| When sunlight slants across the trees an' birds begin to sing | G |
| Then kings may snore in palaces but I'm awake and king | G |
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| But the king must cook his breakfast an' the king must sweep the floor | B |
| Then out with axe on shoulder to his kingdom at the door | B |
| His old dog sportin' on ahead his troubles all behind | H |
| An' joy mixed in the blood of him because the world is kind | H |
| For it's Mornin' Mornin' Time to out an' strive | I |
| Oh there's not a thing I'm askin' else but just to be alive | I |
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| It's cranky moods a man will get an' funny ways of mind | H |
| For I've a memory of one whose thoughts were all unkind | H |
| Who sat an' brooded thro' the night beside the blazin' log | J |
| His home a mirthless silent house his only pal a dog | J |
| But it's Mornin' Mornin' I nurse no thought but praise | K |
| I've more good friends than I could count tho' I should count for days | K |
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| My friends are in the underbrush my friends are in the trees | L |
| An' merrily they welcome me with mornin' melodies | L |
| Above below from bush an' bough each calls his tuneful part | M |
| An' best of all one trusty friend is callin' in my heart | M |
| For it's Mornin' Mornin' When night's black troubles end | N |
| An' never man was friendless yet who stayed his own good friend | N |
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| Ben Murray he's no friend of mine an' well I know the same | O |
| But why should I be thinkin' hate an' nursin' thoughts of blame | O |
| Last evenin' I'd no friend within but troubles all around | P |
| An' madly thought to fight a man for ten or twenty pound | P |
| But it's Mornin' Mornin' my friend within's alive | I |
| An' he'd never risk a twenty tho' he might consider five | I |
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| But where's the call to think of strife with such good things about | Q |
| The gum leaves are a twinkle as the sun comes peepin' out | Q |
| The blue cap's in an' out the fern red robin's on the gate | R |
| An' who could hear the song of them a hold a thought of hate | R |
| Oh it's Mornin' Mornin' No time for thinkin' wrong | S |
| An' I'd be scared to strike a man I feel so awful strong | S |
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| Grey thrush is in the wattle an' it's 'O you pretty dear ' | - |
| He's callin' to his little wife an' don't care who should hear | B |
| In the great bush the fresh bush washed again with dew | D |
| An' my axe is on my shoulder an' there's work ahead to do | D |
| Oh it's Mornin' Singin' Mornin' in the land I count the best | T |
| An' with the heart an' mind of me I'm singin' with the rest | T |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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