The Bush Rangers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDE CC FFGGHH IIJJKK LLHHCC FFKKAAFour horseman rode out from the heart of the range | A |
Four horseman with aspects forbidding and strange | A |
They were booted and spurred they were armed to the teeth | B |
And they frowned as they looked at the valley beneath | B |
As forward they rode through the rocks and the fern | C |
Ned Kelly Dan Kelly Steve Hart and Joe Byrne | C |
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Ned Kelly drew rein and he shaded his eyes | D |
'The town's at our mercy See yonder it lies | D |
To hell with the troopers ' he shook his clenched fist | E |
'We will shoot them like dogs if they dare to resist ' | - |
And all of them nodded grim visaged and stern | C |
Ned Kelly Dan Kelly Steve Hart and Joe Byrne | C |
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Through the gullies and creeks they rode silently down | F |
They stuck up the station and raided the town | F |
They opened the safe and they looted the bank | G |
They laughed and were merry they ate and they drank | G |
Then off to the ranges they went with their gold | H |
Oh never were bandits more reckless and bold | H |
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But time brings its punishment time travels fast | I |
And the outlaws were trapped in Glenrowan at last | I |
Where three of them died in the smoke and the flame | J |
And Ned Kelly came back to the last he was game | J |
But the Law shot him down he was fated to hang | K |
And that was the end of the bushranging gang | K |
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Whatever their faults and whatever their crimes | L |
Their deeds lend romance to those faraway times | L |
They have gone from the gullies they haunted of old | H |
And nobody knows where they buried their gold | H |
To the ranges they loved they will never return | C |
Ned Kelly Dan Kelly Steve Hart and Joe Byrne | C |
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But at times when I pass through that sleepy old town | F |
Where the far distant peaks of Strathbogie look down | F |
I think of the days when those grim ranges rang | K |
To the galloping hooves of the bushranging gang | K |
Though the years bring oblivion time brings a change | A |
The ghosts of the Kellys still ride from the range | A |
Edward Harrington
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