The Fact Of The Matter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABC AAAA AADD EFEE GGHH EEEE AAEE HHAA AAEE AABC| I'm wonderin' why those fellers who go buildin' chipper ditties | A |
| 'Bout the rosy times out drovin' an' the dust an' death of cities | A |
| Don't sling the bloomin' office strike some drover for a billet | B |
| And soak up all the glory that comes handy while they fill it | C |
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| P'r'aps it's fun to travel cattle or to picnic with merinos | A |
| But the drover don't catch on sir not much high class rapture he knows | A |
| As for sleepin' on the plains there in the shadder of the spear grass | A |
| That's liked best by the Juggins with a spring bed an' a pier glass | A |
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| An' the camp fire an' the freedom and the blanky constellations | A |
| The 'possum rug an' billy an' the togs an' stale ole rations | A |
| It's strange they're only raved about by coves that dress up pretty | D |
| An' sport a wife an' live on slap up tucker in the city | D |
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| I've tickled beef in my time clear from Clarke to Riverina | E |
| An' shifted sheep all round the shop but blow me if I've seen a | F |
| Single blanky hand who didn't buck at pleasures of this kidney | E |
| And wouldn't trade his blisses for a flutter down in Sydney | E |
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| Night watches are delightful when the stars are really splendid | G |
| To the chap who's fresh upon the job but you bet his rapture's ended | G |
| When the rain comes down in sluice heads or the cuttin' hailstones pelter | H |
| An' the sheep drift off before the wind an' the horses strike for shelter | H |
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| Don't take me for a howler but I find it come annoyin' | E |
| To hear these fellers rave about the pleasures we're enjoyin' | E |
| When p'r'aps we've nothin' better than some fluky water handy | E |
| An' they're right on all the lickers rum an' plenty beer an' brandy | E |
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| The town is dusty may be but it isn't worth the curses | A |
| 'Side the dust a feller swallers an' the blinded thirst he nurses | A |
| When he's on the hard macadam where the jumbucks cannot browse an' | E |
| The wind is in his whiskers an' he follers twenty thousan' | E |
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| This drovin' on the plain too it's all O K when the weather | H |
| Isn't hot enough to curl the soles right off your upper leather | H |
| Or so cold that when the mornin' wind comes hissin' through the grasses | A |
| You can feel it cut your eyelids like a whip lash as it passes | A |
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| Then there's bull ants in the blankets an' a lame horse an' muskeeters | A |
| An' a D T boss like Halligan or one like Humpy Peters | A |
| Who is mean about the tucker an' can curse from start to sundown | E |
| An' can fight like fifty devils an' whose growler's never run down | E |
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| Yes I wonder why the fellers what go building chipper ditties | A |
| 'Bout the rosy times out drovin' an' the dust an' death of cities | A |
| Don't sling the bloomin' office strike ole Peters for a billet | B |
| An' soak up all the glory that comes handy while they fill it | C |
Edward George Dyson
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