The Tin-pot Mill Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBADAD EEDD AFAFAGAG HIJIKLKM NOKONPNP QAQARSRS QTQTQUQU EEDD| Quite a proud and happy man is Finn the Packer | A |
| Since he built his crazy mill upon the rise | B |
| And he stands there in the gully chewing 'backer ' | C |
| With a sleepy sort of comfort in his eyes | B |
| Gazin' up to where the antiquated jigger | A |
| Is a wheezing and a hopping on the hill | D |
| For up here my lord the Gov'nor isn't bigger | A |
| Than the owner of the Federation Mill | D |
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| She goes biff puff bang bump cutter clatter smash | E |
| And she rattles on for half a shift and lets up with a crash | E |
| And then silence reigns a little while and all the land is still | D |
| While they're tinkering awkward patches on the tin pot mill | D |
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| It's a five head plant and mostly built of lumber | A |
| 'Twas erected by a man that didn't know | F |
| And we've never had a decent spell of slumber | A |
| Since that battery of Finn's was got to go | F |
| For she raises just the most infernal clatter | A |
| And we guessed the Day of Judgment had come down | G |
| When the tin pot mill began to bang and batter | A |
| Like an earthquake in a boiler metal town | G |
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| All the heads are different sizes and the horses | H |
| Are so crazy that the whole caboodle rocks | I |
| And each time a stamper thunders down it forces | J |
| Little spirtings through the crannies in the box | I |
| Then the feed pipe's mostly plugged and aggravating | K |
| And the pump it suffers badly from a cough | L |
| Every hour or so they burst a blooming grating | K |
| And the shoes are nearly always coming off | M |
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| Mickey drives her with a portable a ruin | N |
| That they used for donkeying cargo in the Ark | O |
| When she's got a little way on and is doing | K |
| You should hear that spavined coffee grinder bark | O |
| She is loose in all her joints and through corrosion | N |
| Half her plates are not a sixteenth in the thick | P |
| We're expecting a sensational explosion | N |
| And a subsequent excursion after Mick | P |
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| From the feed which chokes to quite the smallest ripple | Q |
| From the bed logs to the guides she's mighty queer | A |
| And she joggles like an agitated cripple | Q |
| With St Vitus dance intensified by beer | A |
| She stops short and starts with most unearthly rumbles | R |
| And distracted by the silence and the din | S |
| Through the sleepless night the weary miner grumbles | R |
| And heaps curses on the family of Finn | S |
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| But the owner's much too cute a man to wrangle | Q |
| He is crushing for the public understand | T |
| And each ton of stuff that's hammered through the mangle | Q |
| Adds its tribute to the value of his land | T |
| For she leaks the raw amalgam and he's able | Q |
| To see daylight 'twixt the ripples an' the plates | U |
| And below the box and 'neath the shaking table | Q |
| There are nest eggs 'cumulating while he waits | U |
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| She goes biff puff bang bump clitter clatter smash | E |
| And she rattles on for half a shift and lets with a crash | E |
| Then silence reigns a little while and the land is still | D |
| While they're tinkering awkward patches on the tin pot mill | D |
Edward Dyson
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