The Push Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDD CECEEE EFEFGG HIHIJJ EKEKEE ELELMM NCOCEE ELELEE PAAALL QGQGRR GSTSAU EVEVAE EEEEEE WEWEEA XGXGEE AYAYZZ EEEERR EGEGG EEEEEE RARAE| Becos a crook done in a prince an' narked an Emperor | A |
| An' struck a light that set the world aflame | B |
| Becos the bugles East an' West sooled on the dawgs o' war | C |
| A bloke called Ginger Mick 'as found 'is game | B |
| Found 'is game an' found 'is brothers 'oo wus strangers in 'is sight | D |
| Till they shed their silly clobber an' put on the duds fer fight | D |
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| Yes they've shed their silly clobber an' the other stuff they wore | C |
| Fer to 'ide the man beneath it in the past | E |
| An' each man is the clean straight man 'is Maker meant 'im for | C |
| An' each man knows 'is brother man at last | E |
| Shy strangers till a bugle blast preached 'oly brother'ood | E |
| But mateship they 'ave found at last an' they 'ave found it good | E |
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| So the lumper an' the lawyer an' the chap 'oo shifted sand | E |
| They are cobbers wiv the cove 'oo drove a quill | F |
| They knut 'oo swung a cane upon the Block 'e takes the 'and | E |
| Uv the coot 'oo swung a pick on Broken 'Ill | F |
| An' Privit Clord Augustus drills wiv Privit Snarky Jim | G |
| They are both Australian soljers w'ich is good enough fer 'im | G |
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| It's good enough fer orl uv 'em as orl uv 'em 'ave seen | H |
| Since they got the same glad clobber next their skins | I |
| An' the bloke 'oo 'olds the boodle an' the coot wivout a bean | H |
| Why they knock around like little Kharki twins | I |
| An' they got a common lingo w'ich is growin' mighty thick | J |
| Wiv ixpressive contributions frum the stock uv Ginger Mick | J |
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| 'E 'as struck it fer a moral Ginger's found 'is game at last | E |
| An' 'e's took to it like ducklin's take to drink | K |
| An' 'is slouchin' an' 'is grouchin' an' 'is loafin' uv the past | E |
| 'E's done wiv 'em an' dumped 'em down the sink | K |
| 'E's a bright an' shinin' sample uv a the'ry that I 'old | E |
| That ev'ry 'eart that ever pumped is good fer chunks o' gold | E |
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| Ev'ry feller is a gold mine if yeh take an' work 'im right | E |
| It is shinin' on the surface now an' then | L |
| An' there's some is easy sinkin' but there's some wants dynermite | E |
| Fer they looks a 'opeless prospect yet they're men | L |
| An' Ginger 'ard shell Ginger's showin' signs that 'e will pay | M |
| But it took a flamin' world war fer to blarst 'is crust away | M |
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| But they took 'im an' they drilled 'im an' they shipped 'im overseas | N |
| Wiv a crowd uv blokes 'e never met before | C |
| 'E rowed wiv 'em an' scrapped wiv 'em an' done some tall C B 's | O |
| An' 'e lobbed wiv 'em on Egyp's sandy shore | C |
| Then Pride o' Race lay 'olt on 'im an' Mick shoves out 'is chest | E |
| To find 'imself Australian an' blood brothers wiv the rest | E |
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| So I gits some reel good readin' in the letter wot 'e sent | E |
| Tho' the spellin's pretty rotten now an' then | L |
| 'I 'ad the joes at first ' 'e sez 'but now I'm glad I went | E |
| Fer it's fine to be among reel livin' men | L |
| An' it's grand to be Australian an' to say it good an' loud | E |
| When yeh bump a forrin country wiv sich fellers as our crowd | E |
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| ''Struth I've 'ung around me native land fer close on thirty year | P |
| An' I never knoo wot men me cobbers were | A |
| Never knoo that toffs wus white men till I met 'em over 'ere | A |
| Blokes an' coves I sort o' snouted over there | A |
| Yes I loafed aroun' me country an' I never knoo 'er then | L |
| But the reel ribuck Australia's 'ere among the fightin' men | L |
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| 'We've slung the swank fer good an' all it don't fit in our plan | Q |
| To skite uv birth an' boodle is a crime | G |
| A man wiv us why 'e's a man becos 'e is a man | Q |
| An' a reel red 'ot Australian ev'ry time | G |
| Fer dawg an' side an' snobbery is down an' out fer keeps | R |
| It's grit an' reel good fellership that gits yeh friends in 'caps | R |
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| 'There's a bloke 'oo shipped when I did 'e wus lately frum 'is ma | G |
| 'Oo 'ad filled 'im full uv notions uv 'is birth | S |
| An' 'e overworked 'is aitches till 'e got the loud 'Ha ha' | T |
| Frum the fellers but 'e wouldn't come to earth | S |
| I bumped 'is lordship name o' Keith an' 'ad a little row | A |
| An' 'e lost some chunks uv beauty but 'e's good Australian now | U |
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| 'There is Privit Snifty Thompson 'oo wus once a Sydney rat | E |
| An' 'e 'ung around the Rocks when 'e wus young | V |
| There's little Smith uv Collin'wood wiv fags stuck in 'is 'at | E |
| An' a string uv dirty insults on 'is tongue | V |
| A corperil took them in 'and a lad frum Lameroo | A |
| Now both is nearly gentlemen an' good Australians too | E |
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| 'There's one 'e doesn't tork a lot 'e sez 'is name is Trent | E |
| Jist a privit but 'e knows 'is drill a treat | E |
| A stand orf bloke but reel good pals wiv fellers in 'is tent | E |
| But 'is 'ome an' 'istoree 'as got 'em beat | E |
| They reckon when 'e starts to bleed 'e'll stain 'is Kharki blue | E |
| An' 'is lingo smells uv Oxford but 'e's good Australian too | E |
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| 'Then there's Lofty Craig uv Queensland 'oo's a special pal uv mine | W |
| Slow an' shy an' kind o' nervous uv 'is height | E |
| An' Jupp 'oo owns a copper show an' arsts us out to dine | W |
| When we're doo fer leave in Cairo uv a night | E |
| An' there's Bills an' Jims an' Bennos an' there's Roys an' 'Arolds too | E |
| An' they're cobbers an' they're brothers an' Australians thro' an' thro' | A |
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| 'There is farmers frum the Mallec there is bushmen down frum Bourke | X |
| There's college men wiv letters to their name | G |
| There is grafters an' there's blokes 'oo never done a 'ard day's work | X |
| Till they tumbled wiv the rest into the game | G |
| An' they're drillin' 'ere together men uv ev'ry creed an' kind | E |
| It's Australia Solid Dinkum that 'as left the land be'ind | E |
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| 'An' if yeh want a slushy or a station overseer | A |
| Or a tinker or a tailor or a snob | Y |
| Or a 'andy bloke wiv 'orses or a minin' ingineer | A |
| Why we've got the very man to do yer job | Y |
| Butcher baker undertaker or a Caf' de Pary chef | Z |
| 'E is waitin' keen an' ready in the little A I F | Z |
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| 'An' they've drilled us Strike me lucky but they've drilled us fer a cert | E |
| We 'ave trod around ole Egyp's burnin' sand | E |
| Till I tells meself at evenin' when I'm wringin' out me shirt | E |
| That we're built uv wire an' green 'ide in our land | E |
| Strike I thort I knoo 'ard yakker w'ish I've tackled many ways | R |
| But uv late I've took a tumble I bin dozin' orl me days | R |
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| 'It's a game lad ' writes ole Ginger 'it's a game I'm likin' grand | E |
| An' I'm tryin' fer a stripe to fill in time | G |
| I 'ave took a pull on shicker fer the honour uv me land | E |
| An' I'm umpty round the chest an' feelin' prime | G |
| Yeh kin tell Rose if yeh see 'er I serloots 'er o'er the foam | G |
| An' we'll 'ave a cray fer supper when I comes a'marchin' 'ome ' | - |
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| So ole Ginger sends a letter an' 'is letter's good to read | E |
| Fer the things 'e sez an' some things 'e leaves out | E |
| An' when a bloke like 'im wakes up an' starts to take a 'eed | E |
| Well it's sort o' worth the writin' 'ome about | E |
| 'E's one uv many little things Australia chanced to find | E |
| She never knoo she 'ad around till bugles cleared 'er mind | E |
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| Becos ole Europe lost 'er block an' started 'eavin' bricks | R |
| Becos the bugles wailed a song uv war | A |
| We found reel gold down in the 'earts uv orl our Ginger Micks | R |
| We never thort worth minin' fer before | A |
| An' so I'm tippin' we will pray before our win is scored | E |
| 'Thank God for Mick an' Bill an' Jim an' little brother Clord ' | - |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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