Old Mates Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEECC FFGHCC IIJJCC KKAACC LLMMCC CCNNCC

I came up to night to the station the tramp had been longish and coldA
My swag ain't too heavy to carry but then I begin to get oldA
I came through this way to the diggings how long will that be ago nowB
Thirty years how the country has altered and miles of it under the ploughB
And Jack was my mate on the journey we both run away from the seaC
He's got on in the world and I haven't and now he looks sideways on meC
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We were mates and that didn't mean jokers who meets for a year or a dayD
We meant to go jogging together the whole of the blooming long wayD
We slept with one blanket between us the night that we run from the portE
There was nothing above us but heaven yet we took it as jolly good sportE
And now he's the boss of a station and I'm well the bloke that you seeC
For he had the luck and I hadn't and now he looks sideways on meC
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We pegged out a claim on the Dunstan there used to be gold in them daysF
There's blokes that still sticks to the digging but Lord only knows how it paysF
For the country as far as I've seen it's as chock full of holes as a sieveG
With the Chinkies amullocking through it and yet them coves manage to liveH
But when Jack took me to the cradle the place was a wonder to seeC
We washed out a fortune between us and now he looks sideways on meC
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We both fell in love with one woman she worked in a pub for a spellI
It ain't the best place for an angel but angels ain't better than NellI
For she was as good as they make 'em and hadn't a notion of illJ
It's long years and years since we parted and seems I'm in love with her stillJ
But Jack was the handsomest fellow I saw how the thing had to beC
He got the best wife on the diggings and now he looks sideways on meC
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I left him I just couldn't stand it I knew it was better to partK
I couldn't look on at the wedding with a pain like a knife at my heartK
I never said nothing to no one we didn't whack out all the goldA
I wanted my mate to be happy without my own yarn being toldA
So I went to the coast by the steamer and now I'm the bloke that you seeC
He told me to go to the whar it seems he looks sideways on meC
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There's steps coming down to the whar some other poor bloke on the roadL
'Taint nothing to him to get growled at the boss ain't a bloke that he knowedL
Too dark to make out who's a coming he's crossing the plank at the creekM
The years and the whisky are telling my eyesight begins to get weakM
What's the odds it ain't like me to whimper and all that's gone by had to beC
But the old times came crowding around me to see him look sideways on meC
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What Jack Why old man you don't mean it You didn't right know it was meC
Well I'm altered it ain't for the better never mind never mind let it beC
O mate the long years since we parted there's a blooming great lump in my throatN
I ain't been as glad mate I tell you since the time that we run from the boatN
You ain't a bit altered you're crying why Jack don't be sorry for meC
I'm that glad that I think I'll go cranky and I thought you looked sideways on meC

David Mckee Wright



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