'got-a-fag' Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEA FGFG HHI JAHA HHK LMFM AHM NOAO PHQ RSHS HHKH MH FHT AHA UHFH| He was tall and tough and stringy with the shoulders of an axeman | A |
| Broad and loose with greenhide muscles and a hand shaped to the reins | B |
| He was slow of speech and prudent something of a nature student | C |
| With the eye of one who gazes long across the saltbush plains | B |
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| Smith by name but long forgotten was his legal patronymic | D |
| In a land where every bushman wears some unbaptismal tag | E |
| And through frequent repetition of a well worn requisition | A |
| 'Smith' had long retired in favor of the title 'Got a Fag ' | - |
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| Not until the war was waging for a month or may be longer | F |
| Did the tidings reach the station blest with quite unfrequent mails | G |
| And though still a steady grafter Smith grew restless ever after | F |
| And he pondered long o' evenings seated on the stockyard rails | G |
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| Primed with sudden resolution he arose one summer morning | H |
| Casually mentioned fighting as he deftly rolled his swag | H |
| Then in accents almost hearty bade his mate 'So long old Party | I |
| Goin' to do some Square head huntin' See you later Got a fag ' | - |
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| Six long sunburned days in saddle down through spinifex and saltbush | J |
| Then a two days' railroad journey landed him at last in town | A |
| Charged with an aggressive feeling heightened by his forthright dealing | H |
| With a shrewd but chastened spieler who had sought to take him down | A |
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| 'Smart and stern' describes the war lord who presided at recruiting | H |
| To him slouched an apparition drawling 'Boss I've got a nag | H |
| Risin' four Good prad he's counted Better shove me in the mounted | K |
| Done a little bit o' shootin' gun an' rifle Got afag ' | - |
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| Two months later drilled and kneaded to a shape approaching martial | L |
| Yet with hints of that lithe looseness discipline can never kill | M |
| With that keen eye grown yet shrewder and example to the cruder | F |
| Private Smith and later Sergeant stinted speech and studied drill | M |
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| 'Smith ' indeed but briefly served him for his former appellation | A |
| In its aptness seized the fancy of the regimental wag | H |
| When an apoplectic colonel gasped 'Of all the dashed infernal' | M |
| As this Private Smith saluted with 'Ribuck boss Got a fag ' | - |
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| What he thought or how he marvelled at the familiar customs | N |
| Of those ancient and historic lands that met his eyes | O |
| He was never heard to mention though he voiced one bold contention | A |
| That the absence of wire fences marked a lack of enterprise | O |
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| Soon his shrewd resourse his deftness won him fame in many places | P |
| Things he did with wire and whipcord moved his Company to brag | H |
| And when aught concerning horses called for knowledge in the forces | Q |
| Came a hurred anxious message 'Hang the vet Send Got a Fag ' | - |
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| Then one morning he was missing and a soldier who had seen him | R |
| Riding for the foe's entrenchments bade his mates abandon hope | S |
| Calm he seemed but strangely daring some weird weapons he was bearing | H |
| Built of twisted wire and iron and a dozen yards of rope | S |
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| In the morn a startled sentry through the early morn mists peering | H |
| Saw a dozen shackled foemen down the sand dunes slowly drag | H |
| Sore they seemed and quite dejected while behind them cool collected | K |
| Swearing at a busy sheep dog rode their drover Got a Fag | H |
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| To the Colonel's tent he drove them bransishing a stockwhip featly | M |
| Bristly calling 'Heel 'em Laddie ' While the warrior of rank | H |
| Sniffed and then exclaimed with loathing 'what's this smell of clothing buring ' | - |
| Said the drover 'Got 'em branded 'A Broad Arrow ' off side flank ' | - |
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| 'A ' he drawled stan's for Australia an' the Gov'ment brand's in order | F |
| 'Crown G R ' upon the shoulder marks 'em for the King an' flag | H |
| Roped the blighters same as how we fix the calves on Kinchacowie | T |
| But it's dead slow sorter must'rin' ' he concluded 'Got afag ' | - |
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| When the weary war is over back to his old cattle station | A |
| If luck holds he'll one day journey casually dropp his swag | H |
| Drawling 'Been up yonder fightin' Not much doin' Mostly skitin' | A |
| Gi' me drovin' for excitement Want rain dreadful Got a fag ' | - |
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| But in that historic country with its store of ancient legend | U |
| When they sit to talk at even and grey geards begin to wag | H |
| Then among traditions hoary they will count the wondrous story | F |
| Of that wild Australian savage known to man as Got a Fag | H |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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