Murray's Ride Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EFGG HHII CCJ CCKK LLMM NNO OPP QQKK RR SSCC

I seldom get to hatin' men nor had much cause to hateA
To me it just a foolish game to play at any rateA
But it kills the hard thought in you an' forgiveness is completeB
To see the man you hated once a maimed thing at your feetB
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We'd had a meetin' at the mill the boss had said his sayC
The good old boss who stints himself to find the men their payC
He told us fair an' honest he was up against the gameD
Unless he got the timber out before the Winter cameD
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I'll say this much for decent men an' decent men they wereE
They saw the game that Murray played to give the boss a scareF
We saw he'd pay near anything and Ben would do him brownG
But a fair thing is a fair thing so we truned Ben Murray downG
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A truck was waitin' in the yard full loaded for the tripH
Just an easin' of the brake rope was enough to let her ripH
For half a mile or more down hill along atrack rough madeI
To where the horses wait to haul her up the other gradeI
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The talk was done the numbers up the boss had won the dayC
An' we were ready to go back an' earn our bit of payC
When Murray in a mad black rage goes on to rave an' shoutJ
'You're sacked ' the old man tells him plain 'I've had enough Get Out '-
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For close on half a minute I expected Hell to payC
But Murray glares around the mill then turns an' walks awayC
He stops beside the loaded truck an' each man in the millK
Watched Murray with a sidelong look an' each man wished him illK
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I knew Ben Murray for a gab I knew him for a foolL
A decent man enough at heart when he was calm an' coolL
Wild rage had hold on him that day an' maybe madness tooM
An' scorn in me changed to dismay at what I saw him doM
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He sprang behind the timber load an' leaped up to the backN
He loosed the rope to start the truck upon the down hill trackN
An' if he meant to jump or stay no man will ever knowO
'If I go out ' Ben Murray yelled 'this is the way I go '-
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'Stop that mad fool ' howled old man Blair 'He'll wreck the track below '-
But now the truck had gathered way an' as we watched her goO
Ben Murray with the brake rope slack cursed us with all his mightP
She took the curve behind the huts an' then went out of sightP
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We found him near the wattle clump down in the little creekQ
His head was by a coral fern an' blood was on his cheekQ
An' blood was on the wooden rails an' he lay very stillK
The man who half an hour ago had meant to boss the millK
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'He's livin' yet' says old man Blair 'Boys we must do our bestR
Lay hold there Jim an' you young Dick an' heave that off his chestR
Man but he's crushed The crazy fool Now treat him gently lad '-
'The track ain't damaged much ' says Pike 'but gosh he's got it bad '-
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Red stains were on the wooden track an' on the sunlight groundS
A wagtail twittered by the creek an' hopped an' fussed aroundS
The Laughin' Jacks were wild with mirth but very still he layC
As we took poor Ben Murray up an' carried him awayC

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis



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