Struck It At Last Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEDF GHIHDHDH JKJKHHHH ILILHHHH JMJMJHJ JHJHDHD HHHHIH HHe was almost blind and wasted | A |
With the wear of many years | B |
He had laboured and had tasted | A |
Bitter troubles many cares | C |
But his laugh was loud and ringing | D |
And his flag was on the mast | E |
Every day they heard him singing | D |
'Bound to strike it rich at last ' | F |
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Here he brandished axe and maul ere | G |
Buninyong and after that | H |
Fought and bled with Peter Lalor | I |
And the boys at Ballarat | H |
East and west and northward striving | D |
As the tides set fresh and fast | H |
Ever trying rarely thriving | D |
Yes he'd strike it rich at last | H |
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Now and then she'd pan out snugly | J |
Mostly all the other way | K |
But he never cut up ugly | J |
When he bottomed on the clay | K |
Never cursed or got disgusted | H |
Mourned the days and chances past | H |
Geordie always hoped and trusted | H |
He would strike it rich at last | H |
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If the days were very dull or | I |
When the store men cut up rough | L |
And he couldn't raise a colour | I |
From a cart load of the stuff | L |
No man found him chicken hearted | H |
He'd no time to bang and blast | H |
Pegged her out again and started | H |
Bound to strike it rich at last | H |
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Blinded by a shot in Eighty | J |
Sinking for the Pegleg Reef | M |
If he sorrowed o'er his fate he | J |
Let no mortal see his grief | M |
In the Home there in the city | J |
Geordie won their favor fast | H |
All the inmates learned his ditty | J |
'Bound to strike it rich at last ' | - |
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When brought low and bowed and hoary | J |
Still his eyes alone were blind | H |
Fortune left undimmed the glory | J |
Of his happy tranquil mind | H |
In his heart a flame was glowing | D |
That defied the roughest blast | H |
And he sang 'There is no knowing | D |
Mates I'll strike it rich at last ' | - |
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As the end approached he prattled | H |
Of old days at Ballarat | H |
And again the windlass rattled | H |
At Jim Crow and Blanket Flat | H |
And the nurses heard him mutter | I |
As his dauntless spirit passed | H |
'Streak of luck boys On the gutter ' | - |
Geordie struck it rich at last | H |
Edward Dyson
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