The Nights At Rocky Bar Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF FFGG HHFF FF I JJKK LLMM DDNN| Trapping brumbies in the moonlight those were nights of reckless fun | A |
| 'Way back on Campbell's country on the Goory bibil run | A |
| When saddled up and ready qur impatient nags would stand | B |
| While we squatted in the gunyah with their bridle reins in hand | B |
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| And presently the hoof beats of the brumbies' trot would sound | C |
| As they rattled o'er the ridges of the mulga timbered ground | C |
| They'd be thirsty for that stretching trot had brought them from afar | D |
| And the only water for them was the hole at Rocky Bar | D |
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| We would hear the stallions whinny and then the water splash | E |
| That latter was our signal through the deadwood with a crash | E |
| We were at them you on joker I on Harlequin and Mick | F |
| Would be with us just as eager as his jumper Elsternwick | F |
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| Our stockwhips in the stilly night like rifle shots would ring | F |
| When we beat them on the Bilbee Flat and slewed 'em to the wing | F |
| And when we had 'em yarded oh the clatter and the din | G |
| How they kicked and squealed and snorted when they found themselves barr'd in | G |
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| The nights the brumbies tried to break straight back the way they came | H |
| Proved Harlequin as nimble as we knew him to he game | H |
| In those rushing frantic scrambles 'twas his cleverness I thank | F |
| That I didn't get a smasher down that rotten basalt bank | F |
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| One old 'Merino' came out and some boundary rider's moke | F |
| He was riding it was his fault that the chestnut stallion broke | F |
| He sung out 'Never mind him let the beggar go away ' | - |
| But you didn't stop to listen jack to what he had to say | I |
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| And ere you brought the big horse back you had a roughish ride | J |
| The Lord knows how you rnanaged mate that night to save your hide | J |
| Though bar a stake of sandalwood you weren't a great deal hurt | K |
| Though the gidya ripped your moleskins and the mulga rent your shirt | K |
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| That big timber took some dodging but our hacks were tried and true | L |
| And while their heads were left alone would mostly get us through | L |
| But never a horse save Harlequin' at night 'twas my belief | M |
| Could race among those Bilbee holes and yet not come to grief | M |
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| And then we'd jog away to camp two miles below the Bar | D |
| Where we'd find a pipe of Nailrod and a nobbler in the jar | D |
| Ah though our lines of life since then have lain in diverse ways | N |
| We don't forget those gallops of the brumby running days | N |
Harry 'breaker' Harbord Morant
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