Antony Villa Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Over there above the jetty stands the mansion of the VardensA
With a tennis ground and terrace and a flagstaff in the gardensA
They are gentlemen and ladies they ve been toffs for generationsA
But old Varden s been unlucky lost a lot in speculationsA
Troubles gathered fast upon him when the mining bubble bustedB
Then the bank suspended payment where his little all he trustedB
And the butcher and the baker sent their bills in when they read itC
Even John the Chow that served him has refused to give him cleditC
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And the daughters of the Vardens they are beautiful as GracesA
But the balcony s deserted and they rarely show their facesA
And the swells of their acquaintance never seem to venture near themD
And the bailiff says they seldom have a cup of tea to cheer themD
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They were butterflies I always was a common caterpillarE
But I m sorry for the ladies over there in Tony VillaF
Shut up there in Tony Villa with the bailiff and their troubleG
And the dried up reservoir where my tears were seems to bubbleG
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Mrs Rooney thinks it nothing when she sends a brat to borryE
Just a pinch of tea and sugar till the grocer comes temorryE
But it s dif rent with the Vardens they would starve to death as soon asA
Knuckle down You know they weren t raised exactly like the RooneysA
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There is gossip in the boxes and the drawing rooms and gardensA
Have you heard of Varden s failure Have you heard about the VardensA
And no doubt each toney mother on the Point across the water sA
Mighty glad about the downfall of the rivals of her daughtersA
Tho the poets and the writers say that man to man s inhumanH
I m inclined to think it s nothing to what woman is to womanH
More especially the ladies save perhaps a fellow s motherE
And I think that men are better they are kinder to each otherE
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There s a youngster by the jetty gathering cinders from the ashesA
He was known as Master Varden ere the great financial crashesA
And his manner shows the dif rence twixt the nurs ry and gutterE
But I ve seen him at the grocer s buying half a pound of butterE
And his mother fights her trouble in the house across the waterE
She is just as proud as Varden though she was a cocky s daughterE
And at times I think I see her with the flick ring firelight o er herE
Sitting pale and straight and quiet gazing vacantly before herE
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There s a slight and girlish figure Varden s youngest daughter NettieC
On the terrace after sunset when the boat is near the jettyC
She is good and pure and pretty and her rivals don t deny itC
Though they say that Nettie Varden takes in sewing on the quietC
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How her sister graced the circle all unconscious of a loverE
In the seedy god who watched her from the gallery above herE
Shade of Poverty was on him and the light of Wealth upon herE
But perhaps he loved her better than the swells attending on herE
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There s a white man s heart in Varden spite of all the blue blood in himI
There are working men who wouldn t stand and hear a word agin himI
But his name was never printed by the side of his donationsA
Save on hearts that have in this world very humble circulationsA
He was never stiff or hoggish he was affable and jollyC
And he d always say Good morning to the deck hand on the PollyC
He would barrack with the newsboys on the Quay across the ferryC
And he d very often tip em coming home a trifle merryC
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But his chin is getting higher and his features daily hardenH
He will not give up possession there s a lot of fight in VardenH
And the way he steps the gangway oh you couldn t but admire itC
Just as proud as ever hero walked the plank aboard a pirateC
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He will think about the hardships that his girls were never useterC
And it must be mighty heavy on the thoroughbred old roosterC
But he ll never strike his colours and I tell a lying tale ifJ
Varden s pride don t kill him sooner than the bankers or the bailiffK
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You remember when we often had to go without our dinnersA
In the days when Pride and Hunger fought a finish out within usA
And how Pride would come up groggy Hunger whooping loud and louderC
And the swells are proud as we are they are just as proud and prouderC
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Yes the toffs have grit in spite of all our sneering and our scorningL
What s the crowd What s that God help us Varden shot himself this morningL
There ll be gossip in the circle in the drawing rooms and gardensA
But I m sorry for the family yes I m sorry for the VardensA

Henry Lawson



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