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