Who's Riding Old Harlequin Now? Poem Rhyme Scheme

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They are mustering cattle on Brigalow Vale	A
Where the stock horses whinny and stamp	B
And where long Andy Ferguson you may go bail	A
Is yet boss on a cutting out camp	B
Half the duffers I met would not know a fat steer	C
From a blessed old Alderney cow	D
Whilst they're mustering there I am wondering here	E
Who is riding brown Harlequin now	D
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Are the pikers as wild and the scrubs just as dense	F
In the brigalow country as when	G
There was never a homestead and never a fence	F
Between Brigalow Vale and The Glen	G
Do they yard the big micks 'neath the light of the moon	H
Do the yard wings re echo the row	I
Of stockwhips and hoof beats And what sort of coon	H
Is there riding old Harlequin now	D
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There was buckjumping blood in the brown gelding's veins	J
But lean headed with iron like pins	K
Of Pyrrhus and Panic he'd plentiful strains	J
All their virtues and some of their sins	K
'Twas the pity some said that so shapely a colt	L
Fate should with such temper endow	D
He would kick and would strike he would buck and would bolt	L
Ah who's riding brown Harlequin now	D
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A demon to handle a devil to ride	M
Small wonder the surcingle burst	N
You'd have thought that he'd buck himself out of his hide	M
On the morning we saddled him first	N
I can mind how he cow kicked the spur on my boot	O
And though that's long ago still I vow	D
If they're wheeling a piker no new chum galoot	O
Is a riding old Harlequin now	D
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I remember the boss how he chuckled and laughed	O
When they yarded the brown colt for me	P
He'll be steady enough when we finish the graft	O
And have cleaned up the scrubs of Glen Leigh '	-
I am wondering today if the brown horse yet live	Q
For the fellow who broke him I trow	I
A long lease of soul ease would willingly give	R
To be riding brown Harlequin now	D
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'Do you think you can hold him ' old Ferguson said	O
He was mounted on Homet the grey	S
I think Harlequin heard him he shook his lean head	O
And he needed no holding that day	S
Not a prick from a spur nor a sting from a whip	T
As he raced among deadwood and bough	D
While I sat fairly quiet and just let him rip	T
But who's riding old Harlequin now	D
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I could hear 'em a crashing the gidgee in front	O
As the Bryan colt streaked to the lead	O
Whilst the boss and the niggers were out of the hunt	O
For their horses lacked Harlequin's speed	O
The pikers were yarded and skies growing dim	U
When old Fergie was fain to allow	D
'The colt's track through the scrub was a knocker' to him	U
But who's riding brown Harlequin now	D
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From starlight to starlight all day in between	V
The foam flakes might fly from his bit	O
But whatever the pace of the day's work had been	W
The brown gelding was eager and fit	O
On the packhorse's back they are fixing a load	O
Where the path climbs the hill's gloomy brow	D
They are mustering bullocks to send on the road	O
But who's riding old Harlequin now	D

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