The Freak Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCCD EFEFGHGGH IJIJKLKKL MNMNOCOOC POPOQRQQR SB KCOCCO KTKTGUGVU WXWXYBYYB KOKOZRZZR VA2VA2CB2CCJust beyond All Alone going back | A |
Is the humpy of Hatter Magee | B |
We had travelled all day on the track | A |
And he offered us mutton and tea | B |
Mack is rather reserved but will speak | C |
On one theme and with eloquence too | D |
That's his angular chestnut The Freak | C |
Here's a tale that he told through the week | C |
And I try to believe it is true | D |
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'True he ain't no account ez a nag | E |
An' I'm not goin' to boast of his blood | F |
If I liked I could pitch you a mag | E |
'Bout his sire once a prince of the stud | F |
Give performances coloured and plain | G |
An' a pedigree long ez my arm | H |
Which is style but I'm straight in the main | G |
So he ain't of the Wangdoodle strain | G |
Nor his dam wasn't Kate nor The Charm | H |
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'Fiddle headed an' spavined Well p'raps | I |
Yes his legs is all over the shop | J |
An' his pacin's described by the chaps | I |
Ez a sort of a wallaby hop | J |
He ain't good over sticks an' a mile | K |
In four thirty's his best up to date | L |
An' he's jest pure Gehenna fer guile | K |
But I wouldn't sell out fer a pile | K |
'Cause I'm not goin dog on a mate | L |
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'See I'm here and he's yonder of course | M |
But I might 'a' been crow bait by now | N |
Once my life seemed to hang on that horse | M |
An' I didn't get left That is how | N |
They've bin tellin' you Billy an' Spence | O |
Ah they're mighty smart men down the creek | C |
An' they won't allow horses has sense | O |
But jest guy it ez chance or pretence | O |
When I tell what was done by The Freak | C |
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'But I'm here an' he's there that's enough | P |
We were out 'mong the Misery Hills | O |
'Course you don't know the country It's rough | P |
An' the man that it corners it kills | O |
I can't figure what happened us quite | Q |
But we came in a heap me an' him | R |
When I knew who I was it was night | Q |
An' my head an' my chest wasn't right | Q |
An' the bone poked right outer this limb | R |
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'Fer a spell I felt horribly sick | S |
While I held there a meetin' of me | B |
Proposed 'It is U P with Dick ' | - |
Put an' carried unanermously | K |
Broken legged fifteen mile from the Creek | C |
I weighed chances an' gave up the case | O |
But I didn't deal fair by The Freak | C |
Till he limped to me staggered an' weak | C |
An' he flopped his ole lip in my face | O |
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'Do I fondled his nose like a fool | K |
An' I called him love names without end | T |
Though I ain't a soft man as a rule | K |
There is times when I sorter unbend | T |
'Taint no use now to talk of the pain | G |
I endoored ez I struggled to climb | U |
To his back from a log or explain | G |
How I fell back again an' again | V |
But I gave up exhausted in time | U |
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'An' I flung myself down on the ground | W |
An' I cursed an' yes maybe I cried | X |
But The Freak he came nosin' around | W |
An' he rolled over right by my side | X |
Don't you try to explain I'm content | Y |
That he knew jest ez well ez could be | B |
'Cos I looked in his eyes ez he bent | Y |
By the Lord an' I saw what he meant | Y |
An' that's good enough talkin' fer me | B |
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'Well I crawled on his back ez he lay | K |
An' he heaved himself up again so | O |
An' then struck out fer home an' till day | K |
I hung on to him how I don't know | O |
Not a thing do I mind after that | Z |
'Fore I came round all right at the whim | R |
Spread out on the bunk of Big Mat | Z |
With a doc on the job from The Flat | Z |
An' my leg fairly timbered and trim | R |
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'Yes I've heard all the mag of the men | V |
That he wanted to roll or to die | A2 |
An' it's true that he's kicked me since then | V |
An' he's likewise uncommonly sly | A2 |
But I'm here If they talk fer a week | C |
That one fact isn't goin' to change | B2 |
An' I owe it this day to The Freak | C |
That a crow isn't clippin' his beak | C |
On my rib bones out back by the range ' | - |
Edward Dyson
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