The Trucker Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ KLML NNNN OPOP QRQR STST NNNN URUR VFVFIF YOU want a game to tame you and to take your measure in | A |
Try a week or two of trucking in a mine | B |
Where the rails are never level for a half a minute s spin | A |
And the curves are short and sharp along the line | B |
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Try the feverish bottom level down five hundred feet of shaft | C |
Where the atmosphere is like a second suit | D |
When the wash is full of water and you ve got to run the graft | C |
For there s forty ton of gravel in the shoot | D |
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Want a job o truckin dost tha says the boss old Geordie Rist | E |
Shift s a trucker short ma lad but aw don know | F |
Can st tha do th work though think st tha Art a pretty decent fist | E |
Eh well damme thoo can try it go below | F |
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So the cage is manned the knocker clangs and clatters on the brace | G |
The engine draws a deep defiant breath | H |
To inflate her lungs of iron and in silence face to face | G |
We drop into the darkness deep as death | H |
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Then a fairy sense of lightness and of floating on the night | I |
A sudden glare and Number Three is passed | J |
Soon a sound of warring waters and another rush of light | I |
All clear The up trip never seems so fast | J |
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It is rough upon the tyro that first tussle with the trucks | K |
The wretched four with worn three cornered wheels | L |
That are sure to fall to his lot and to floor him if his pluck s | M |
Not true when mates are grinding at his heels | L |
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Then the struggle at the incline and the deuced ticklish squeeze | N |
At the curves where strength alone not all avails | N |
And the floundering in the mullock and the badly broken knees | N |
Before he learns to run upon the rails | N |
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But it s like all other grafting and the man that has the grit | O |
Won t tucker out with one back racking shift | P |
When he s sweated to condition with his muscles firm and fit | O |
He ll disdain to stick at seven trucks of drift | P |
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He can swarm around the pinches with a scramble and a dash | Q |
And negotiate the inclines just as pat | R |
And the sheets of iron rattle and the waters surge and splash | Q |
As he shoots the 'full uns' in along the plat | R |
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When the empties wind and clatter down the drive and through the dark | S |
As blowing spells those backward journeys serve | T |
On before deep set in darkness glints and glows a feeble spark | S |
The candle burning dimly at the curve | T |
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After cribs are polished off and when the smoke begins to rise | N |
And cling about the caps and in the cracks | N |
There s a passing satisfaction in the patriarchal lies | N |
Of the Geordie pioneers and Cousin Jacks | N |
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Lanky Steve s unwritten stories of the fun of Fifty two | U |
Or the dashing days at Donkey Woman s Flat | R |
Of traps and beaks and heavy yields and pugilists put through | U |
And lifting up the flag at Ballarat | R |
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Yes the truckers toil is rather heavy grafting as a rule | V |
Much heavier than the wages well I know | F |
But the life s not full of trouble and the fellow is a fool | V |
Who cannot find some pleasure down below | F |
Edward George Dyson
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