Old Town Types No. 18 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDE BFFGHHI CJJBBI AABBKK| Johnny Nock the auctioneer golden bearded ever gay | A |
| Spread about him great good cheer in his prosperous heyday | A |
| Familiar sight on district roads his buckboard and his pacing roans | B |
| As men perched high on harvest lands waved whips and called in cheery tones | B |
| For not a man had ill to speak of open handed Johnny then | C |
| Since with its fortune at the peak the old town valued spending men | C |
| And Johnny spent come shine come rain and earned and spent and carried on | D |
| With his prophetic trade refrain of 'Going Going Going Gone ' | E |
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| Johnny Nock the auctioneer at his more important sales | B |
| Always stood the crowd free beer serving it from bright tin pails And as the pannikins passed round few were too churlish not to quaff | F |
| While Johnny from his vantage ground tossed banter back and laugh for laugh | F |
| At some broad jest then paused to praise this 'splendid beast ' these 'fine fat | G |
| sheep' | H |
| Then as the bids began to rise vowed dolefully they went too cheap | H |
| And sudden optimists would grant that as a rustic wit he shone | I |
| This wag with his familiar chant of 'Going Going Going Gone ' | - |
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| So Johnny Nock the auctioneer spent and prospered spent again | C |
| Till 'Progress' brought the railroad here and out across the Mallee plain Then puzzled men knew vague unease as prices too began to fall | J |
| They talked about economies and failed to understand it all | J |
| Yet Johnny Nock now past his prime smiled on and scorned ill omened tales | B |
| And drew commissions for a time from dismal beerless mortgage sales | B |
| Then most men realised at last the old town's star no longer shone | I |
| The glory of the reckless past was 'Going Going Going Gone ' | - |
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| Old Johnny Nock the auctioneer his golden beard now clipped and grey | A |
| In his wheeled chair dragged out the drear and clouded sunset of his day | A |
| His house his buckboard all were sold his latest pair of prancing roans | B |
| But Johnny grown infirm and old greeted all men in jovial tones | B |
| He wheeled himself about the town still patron of the racing club | K |
| For old times' sake he wore no frown and found much business at the pub | K |
| Then one still night in accents clear he cried 'Who bids gents Carry on ' | - |
| And Johnny Nock the auctioneer was 'Going Going Going Gone ' | - |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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