The Day That Is Dead Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EBEB FGFH IJIJ KLKB CMCM NBNB

Ah Jack Time finds us feeble menA
And all too swift our years have flownB
The days are different now to thenA
In that time when we rode ten stoneB
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The minstrel when his mem'ry goesC
To old times tunes a doleful layD
Comparing modern nags with thoseC
Which Lee once bred down Bathurst wayD
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The type to day's a woeful weedE
Which lacks the stoutness strength and boneB
Of horses they were wont to breedE
In those days when we rode ten stoneB
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But all of us remorseless FateF
O'ertakes and as the years roll onG
Our saddles carry extra weightF
And old age mourns the keenness goneH
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The young ones too 'mong men I meanI
Watch not the sires from whom they've sprungJ
They nowadays are not so keenI
As when we and the world were youngJ
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They've neither nerve nor seat to suitK
The back of Paddy Ryan's roarL
That wall eyed vicious bucking bruteK
You rode when you could ride ten stoneB
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But Johnny ere we 'go to grass'C
Ere angel wings are fledged to flyM
With wine we'll fill a bumper glassC
And drink to those good times gone byM
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We've had our day 'twill not come backN
But comrade mine this much you'll ownB
'Tis something to have had it JackN
That time when we could ride ten stoneB

Harry 'breaker' Harbord Morant



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