West By North Again Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFF GHII JJKK GHLL MMNN OOPP| We've drunk our wine we've kissed our girls and funds are sinking low | A |
| The horses must be thinking it's a fair thing now to go | A |
| Sling the swags on Condamine and strap the billies fast | B |
| And stuff a bottle in the bags and let's be off at last | B |
| What matter if the creeks are up the cash alas runs down | C |
| A very sure and certain sign we're long enough in town | C |
| The black fella rides the boko and you'd better take the bay | D |
| Quart Pot will do to carry me the stage we go today | D |
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| No grass this side the Border fence and all the mulga's dead | E |
| The horses for a day or two will have to spiel ahead | E |
| Man never yet from Queensland brought a bullock or a back | F |
| But lost condition on that God abandoned Border track | F |
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| When once we're through the rabbit proof it's certain since the rain | G |
| There's whips o' grass and water so it's West by North again | H |
| There's feed on Tyson's country we can spell the mokes a week | I |
| Where Billy Stevens last year trapped his brumbies on Bough Creek | I |
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| The Paroo may be quickly crossed the Eulo Common's bare | J |
| And anyhow it isn't wise old man to dally there | J |
| Alack a day far wiser men than you and I succumb | K |
| To woman's wiles and potency of Queensland wayside rum | K |
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| Then over sand and spinifex and on o'er ridge and plain | G |
| The nags are fresh besides they know they're westward bound again | H |
| The brand upon old Darkie's thigh is that upon the hide | L |
| Of bullocks we must muster on the Diamantina side | L |
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| We'll light our camp fires where we may and yarn beside their blaze | M |
| The jingling hobble chains shall make a music through the days | M |
| And while the tucker bags are right and we've a stick of weed | N |
| A swagman shall be welcome to a pipe full and a feed | N |
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| So fill your pipe and ere we mount we'll drink another nip | O |
| Here's how that West by North again may prove a lucky trip | O |
| Then back again I trust you'll find your best girl's merry face | P |
| Or if she jilts you may you get a better in her place | P |
Harry 'breaker' Harbord Morant
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