A Word To Texas Jack Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEDDFG CCHH BBII CJKKCC LMJC NNOOPQRR DDCCSTCCCC UUVVEEWWXXUUYY| Texas Jack you are amusin By Lord Harry how I laughed | A |
| When I seen yer rig and saddle with its bulwarks fore and aft | A |
| Holy smoke In such a saddle how the dickens can yer fall | B |
| Why I seen a gal ride bareback with no bridle on at all | B |
| Gosh so help me strike me balmy if a bit o scenery | C |
| Like ter you in all yer rig out on the earth I ever see | C |
| How I d like ter see a bushman use yer fixins Texas Jack | D |
| On the remnant of a saddle he can ride to hell and back | D |
| Why I heerd a mother screamin when her kid went tossin by | E |
| Ridin bareback on a bucker that had murder in his eye | E |
| What yer come to learn the natives how to squat on horse s back | D |
| Learn the cornstalk ridin Blazes w at yer giv n us Texas Jack | D |
| Learn the cornstalk what the flamin jumptup where s my country gone | F |
| Why the cornstalk s mother often rides the day afore he s born | G |
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| You may talk about your ridin in the city bold an free | C |
| Talk o ridin in the city Texas Jack but where d yer be | C |
| When the stock horse snorts an bunches all is quarters in a hump | H |
| And the saddle climbs a sapling an the horse shoes split a stump | H |
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| No before yer teach the native you must ride without a fall | B |
| Up a gum or down a gully nigh as steep as any wall | B |
| You must swim the roarin Darlin when the flood is at its height | I |
| Bearin down the stock an stations to the Great Australian Bight | I |
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| You can t count the bulls an bisons that yer copped with your lassoo | C |
| But a stout old myall bullock p raps ud learn yer somethin new | J |
| Yer d better make yer will an leave yer papers neat an trim | K |
| Before yer make arrangements for the lassooin of him | K |
| Ere you n yer horse is catsmeat fittin fate for sich galoots | C |
| And yer saddle s turned to laces like we put in blucher boots | C |
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| And yer say yer death on Injins We ve got somethin in yer line | L |
| If yer think your fitin s ekal to the likes of Tommy Ryan | M |
| Take yer karkass up to Queensland where the allygators chew | J |
| And the carpet snake is handy with his tail for a lassoo | C |
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| Ride across the hazy regins where the lonely emus wail | N |
| An ye ll find the black ll track yer while yer lookin for his trail | N |
| He can track yer without stoppin for a thousand miles or more | O |
| Come again and he will show yer where yer spit the year before | O |
| But yer d best be mighty careful you ll be sorry you kem here | P |
| When yer skewered to the fakements of yer saddle with a spear | Q |
| When the boomerang is sailin in the air may heaven help yer | R |
| It will cut yer head off goin an come back again and skelp yer | R |
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| P S As poet and as Yankee I will greet you Texas Jack | D |
| For it isn t no ill feelin that is gettin up my back | D |
| But I won t see this land crowded by each Yank and British cuss | C |
| Who takes it in his head to come a civilisin us | C |
| So if you feel like shootin now don t let yer pistol cough | S |
| Our Government is very free at chokin fellers off | T |
| And though on your great continent there s misery in the towns | C |
| An not a few untitled lords and kings without their crowns | C |
| I will admit your countrymen is busted big an free | C |
| An great on ekal rites of men and great on liberty | C |
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| I will admit yer fathers punched the gory tyrant s head | U |
| But then we ve got our heroes too the diggers that is dead | U |
| The plucky men of Ballarat who toed the scratch right well | V |
| And broke the nose of Tyranny and made his peepers swell | V |
| For yankin Lib s gold tresses in the roarin days gone by | E |
| An doublin up his dirty fist to black her bonny eye | E |
| So when it comes to ridin mokes or hoistin out the Chow | W |
| Or stickin up for labour s rights we don t want showin how | W |
| They come to learn us cricket in the days of long ago | X |
| An Hanlan come from Canada to learn us how to row | X |
| An doctors come from Frisco just to learn us how to skite | U |
| An pugs from all the lands on earth to learn us how to fight | U |
| An when they go as like or not we find we re taken in | Y |
| They ve left behind no larnin but they ve carried off our tin | Y |
Henry Lawson
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