The Shanty Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDDDEEE FFGGGHHHIII JJKKKLLLMMM AANNNOOOOOO| There are tracks through the scrub there's a track down the hill | A |
| And a track round the bend from M'Courteney's mill | A |
| Where they slyly emerge from the bush and converge | B |
| You'll discover the humpy the theme of this dirge | B |
| That is used for the sale of O'Sullivan's 'purge ' | C |
| And if curses and cries | D |
| And a blasting of eyes | D |
| And a series of blasphemies fearful arise | D |
| And a lunatic din | E |
| And a racket like sin | E |
| You can bet all you own the O'Sullivan's in | E |
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| It's a bark and slab hut with a bar and a bunk | F |
| And a man propped before it disgustingly drunk | F |
| And a nameless galoot in a hand me down suit | G |
| Straddling out on the grass grim as death and as mute | G |
| Trapping millions of rabbits that run from his boot | G |
| When eleven lie round | H |
| In all shapes on the mound | H |
| And two navvies are fighting like fiends on the ground | H |
| 'Tisn't needful to say | I |
| It's the sweet Sabbath day | I |
| And that trade at the shanty's uncommonly gay | I |
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| Mrs O' makes the drinks and O'Sullivan's dart | J |
| Is to drink all he can to keep others in heart | J |
| Though he's old in the hoof and he reckons he's proof | K |
| 'Gainst infernalest liquors in warp and in woof | K |
| He's quite frequently seen howling out on the roof | K |
| For from fungus or fruits | L |
| From old rags or from roots | L |
| Grass cabbages pickles old bedding or boots | L |
| Or the leaves of the gum | M |
| Or whatever may come | M |
| Mrs O' can extract the most illigant' rum | M |
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| They've no peace in the hut and no peace on the hill | A |
| Mrs O' never sleeps and her hand's never still | A |
| And old constable Mack cannot hit on the track | N |
| As a man of the law As a stranger in black | N |
| When he finds his way there he can't find his way back | N |
| There's no signboard to see | O |
| But those fools on the spree | O |
| Or a man in his shirt shrieking prayers to a tree | O |
| As for licenses yar | O |
| They don't know what they are | O |
| For they drink without license at Sullivan's bar | O |
Edward Dyson
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