In Town Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCCC DDEE FFGG HHII JJKK LMCC NNOO CCPP| Out of work and out of money out of friends that means you bet | A |
| Out of firewood togs and tucker out of everything but debt | A |
| And I loathe the barren pavements and the crowds a fellow meets | B |
| And the maddening repetition of the suffocating streets | B |
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| With their stinks my soul is tainted and the tang is on my tongue | C |
| Of that sour and smoky suburb and the push we're thrown among | C |
| And I sicken at the corners polished free of paint and mirk | C |
| By the shoulders of the men who're always hanging round for work | C |
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| Home good Lord a three roomed hovel 'twixt a puddle and a drain | D |
| In harmonious connection on the left with Liver Lane | D |
| Where a crippled man is dying and a horde of children fight | E |
| And a woman in the horrors howls remorsefully at night | E |
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| It has stables close behind it and an ash heap for a lawn | F |
| And is furnished with the tickets of the things we have in pawn | F |
| And all day the place is haunted by a melancholy crowd | G |
| Who beg everything or borrow and to steal are not too proud | G |
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| Through the day come weary women too with famine haunted eyes | H |
| Hawking things that are not wanted things that no one ever buys | H |
| And I hate the prying neighbours in their animal content | I |
| And the devilish persistence of the man who wants the rent | I |
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| I who cared for none and faltered at no work a man might do | J |
| Felt a fierce delight possess me when the trucks went surging through | J |
| When the flood raced in the sluices or the giant gums swung round | K |
| 'Fore my axe and flung their mighty limbs all mangled on the ground | K |
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| I who hewed and built and burrowed and who asked no man to give | L |
| When a strong arm was excuse enough for venturing to live | M |
| I am creeping by the gutters with a simper and a smirk | C |
| To the Fates in spats and toppers for the privilege of work | C |
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| Far away the hills are all aflame the blossom golden fair | N |
| Streams up the gladdened ranges and its scent is everywhere | N |
| And the kiddies of the settlers on the creek are red and sweet | O |
| Whilst my youngsters have the sallowness and savour of the street | O |
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| To escape these endless vaults of brick and pitch a tent out back | C |
| If I get a chance I'll graft until my very sinews crack | C |
| Meanwhile may all the angels up in Paradise look down | P |
| On a man of sin who died not but was damned and sent to town | P |
Edward Dyson
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