Battered Bob Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH IJIIEKEK ILILCMCM EDEDNONO PQPQGIGI ERERGSGS ETETUVWV NXNXEYEY EYEYEIEIHE WAS working on a station in the Western when I knew him | A |
And he came from Conongamo up the old surveyors track | B |
And the fellows all admitted that no man in Vic could do him | A |
Since he d smothered Stonewall Menzie also Anderson the black | B |
Bob was modelled for a fighter but he d run to beef a trifle | C |
For his science every rouseabout was satisfied to vouch | D |
And Red Fogarty advised us he delivered like a rifle | C |
And his stopping well beside him Harry Sallars was a slouch | D |
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Not a man of us had met him till he settled on the station | E |
This was early in the Sixties what we call the good old days | F |
And it s cheerfully admitted Robert owed his reputation | E |
To a crippled jaw a broken nose and eyes that looked both ways | F |
We were certain on the face of it our guess was not an error | G |
Every feature of his phiz was marked his chin was pulled askew | H |
And The Critic passed the office Bet your buttons he s a terror | G |
That s the man who hammered Kelly on The Creek in Fifty two | H |
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Bob was not a shrinking blossom and he held the first impressions | I |
By his subsequent admissions to the ringers and the mugs | J |
And he let himself be tickled into casual confessions | I |
Of his battles with the bruisers and the scientific pugs | I |
How he d mangled Matty Hardy was his earliest narration | E |
He d completely flummoxed Kitchen and had made the climate hot | K |
For Maloney Fee and Curran It was quite a consolation | E |
When he graciously informed us that he hadn t licked the lot | K |
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The arrival of the Wonder gave a spurt to local science | I |
And we had an exhibition every evening in the week | L |
For the lightest joke was answered in the lingo of defiance | I |
And our blood was cast like water on the grasses by the creek | L |
Every fellow but the stranger had his scrap or rough and tumble | C |
No one thought of looking ugly at the slugger Battered Bob | M |
And whene er the boys addressed him twas in language choice and humble | C |
Though they ached to see him beaten none was anxious for the job | M |
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How we honoured Bob and yielded to his later information | E |
Let him lead in all the arguments and gently run the ranche | D |
And a very small potato was the owner of the station | E |
By the man who slaughtered Melody and fought a draw with Blanche | D |
Battered Bob became our champion our boss and by degrees he | N |
Sent his fame down to the Wannon and right up to Spooner s Gap | O |
And he scooped the honours smiling and he held them just as easy | N |
For we d never seen him shape yet and he hadn t fought a tap | O |
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We d a cook whose name was Han Cat he was short and fat and yellow | P |
Just a common ugly Chinky with a never ending smile | Q |
Bob was careful to avoid the corns of any other fellow | P |
But he filled Han Cat with sorrow and he whaled him all the while | Q |
Han Cat groaned and bore it meekly and we didn t care to figure | G |
In the antics of the Champion or his little private rows | I |
Robert said I like a native and I ll liquor with a nigger | G |
But I hate the skin and colour of these sanguinary Chows | I |
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On a certain Sunday morning Robert slyly cut a section | E |
Off the pig tail of the pagan twas Han s glory and his pride | R |
But the trouble that came after is his saddest recollection | E |
And the boys were so disgusted that they very nearly died | R |
Han Cat wept a while and then he turned and scowled as black as thunder | G |
And he cursed the grinning spoiler till he had to stop for breath | S |
When he shaped up like a Christian and he waltzed into the Wonder | G |
We arranged a ring and waited for the heathen s sudden death | S |
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Oh the sorrow of that Sunday Oh the shame and degradation | E |
The chaps were simply paralyzed and everyone was dumb | T |
For the heathen pushed the battle in the fashion of our nation | E |
And he countered in a way that made the Wonder fairly hum | T |
Bob is fooling Han we murmured he ll surprise him in a minute | U |
Soon he ll rise to this occasion and display his proper form | V |
But alas we d nursed a viper for our pug was never in it | W |
And he couldn t battle well enough to keep the Pagan warm | V |
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Han Cat beat our battered champion beat the conqueror of Menzie | N |
And he towed him round the paddock like a dummy stuffed with hair | X |
And we never stirred to interfere and stop the Chinky s frenzy | N |
When he jumped upon the Wonder in a manner most unfair | X |
You must fancy all our sorrow and our shame and indignation | E |
For pen can never never tell how horrified we felt | Y |
In the morning Little Finney for the credit of the station | E |
Hammered Han in stylish fashion with one fist tucked in his belt | Y |
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As for Robert we discussed him in a serious convention | E |
And resolved that we were victims of a duffer s awful skite | Y |
And we put it up to tar him but he dropped to our intention | E |
And he skipped without a character for Hamilton that night | Y |
There s a moral boys Don t think a mangled boko is a token | E |
That a fellow is a fighter as a simple thing of course | I |
Like Battered Bob he may have had his features bent and broken | E |
Through his carelessness when drunk in being walked on by a horse | I |
Edward George Dyson
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