Borderland Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFFGGHH HHHHHHII JJKKLLMM NNOOPP QQHHRRMM AABBAADD| I am back from up the country very sorry that I went | A |
| Seeking for the Southern poets' land whereon to pitch my tent | A |
| I have lost a lot of idols which were broken on the track | B |
| Burnt a lot of fancy verses and I'm glad that I am back | B |
| Further out may be the pleasant scenes of which our poets boast | C |
| But I think the country's rather more inviting round the coast | C |
| Anyway I'll stay at present at a boarding house in town | D |
| Drinking beer and lemon squashes taking baths and cooling down | D |
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| Sunny plains Great Scot those burning wastes of barren soil and sand | E |
| With their everlasting fences stretching out across the land | E |
| Desolation where the crow is Desert where the eagle flies | F |
| Paddocks where the luny bullock starts and stares with reddened eyes | F |
| Where in clouds of dust enveloped roasted bullock drivers creep | G |
| Slowly past the sun dried shepherd dragged behind his crawling sheep | G |
| Stunted peak of granite gleaming glaring like a molten mass | H |
| Turned from some infernal furnace on a plain devoid of grass | H |
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| Miles and miles of thirsty gutters strings of muddy waterholes | H |
| In the place of shining rivers walled by cliffs and forest boles | H |
| Range of ridgs gullies ridges barren where the madden'd flies | H |
| Fiercer than the plagues of Egypt swarm about your blighted eyes | H |
| Bush where there is no horizon where the buried bushman sees | H |
| Nothing Nothing but the maddening sameness of the stunted trees | H |
| Lonely hut where drought's eternal suffocating atmosphere | I |
| Where the God forgottcn hatter dreams of city life and beer | I |
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| Treacherous tracks that trap the stranger endless roads that gleam and glare | J |
| Dark and evil looking gullies hiding secrets here and there | J |
| Dull dumb flats and stony rises where the bullocks sweat and bake | K |
| And the sinister gohanna and the lizard and the snake | K |
| Land of day and night no morning freshness and no afternoon | L |
| For the great white sun in rising brings with him the heat of noon | L |
| Dismal country for the exile when the shades begin to fall | M |
| From the sad heart breaking sunset to the new chum worst of all | M |
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| Dreary land in rainy weather with the endless clouds that drift | N |
| O'er the bushman like a blanket that the Lord will never lift | N |
| Dismal land when it is raining growl of floods and oh the woosh | O |
| Of the rain and wind together on the dark bed of the bush | O |
| Ghastly fires in lonely humpies where the granite rocks are pil'd | P |
| On the rain swept wildernesses that are wildest of the wild | P |
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| Land where gaunt and haggard women live alone and work like men | Q |
| Till their husbands gone a droving will return to them again | Q |
| Homes of men if homes had ever such a God forgotten place | H |
| Where the wild selector's children fly before a stranger's face | H |
| Home of tragedy applauded by the dingoes' dismal yell | R |
| Heaven of the shanty keeper fitting fiend for such a hell | R |
| And the wallaroos and wombats and of course the curlew's call | M |
| And the lone sundowner tramping ever onward thro' it all | M |
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| I am back from up the country up the country where I went | A |
| Seeking for the Southern poets' land whereon to pitch my tent | A |
| I have left a lot of broken idols out along the track | B |
| Burnt a lot of fancy verses and I'm glad that I am back | B |
| I believe the Southern poet's dream will not be realised | A |
| Till the plains are irrigated and the land is humanised | A |
| I intend to stay at present as I said before in town | D |
| Drinking beer and lemon squashes taking baths and cooling down | D |
Henry Lawson
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