Corny Bill Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH IJIJKLKL BMBMGCGC NHNHOPOP QHQHPRPR STUTVCVC WGXGYCYC| His old clay pipe stuck in his mouth | A |
| His hat pushed from his brow | B |
| His dress best fitted for the South | A |
| I think I see him now | B |
| And when the city streets are still | C |
| And sleep upon me comes | D |
| I often dream that me an' Bill | C |
| Are humpin' of our drums | D |
| - | |
| I mind the time when first I came | E |
| A stranger to the land | F |
| And I was stumped an' sick an' lame | E |
| When Bill took me in hand | F |
| Old Bill was what a chap would call | G |
| A friend in poverty | H |
| And he was very kind to all | G |
| And very good to me | H |
| - | |
| We'd camp beneath the lonely trees | I |
| And sit beside the blaze | J |
| A nursin' of our wearied knees | I |
| A smokin' of our clays | J |
| Or when we'd journeyed damp an' far | K |
| An' clouds were in the skies | L |
| We'd camp in some old shanty bar | K |
| And sit a tellin' lies | L |
| - | |
| Though time had writ upon his brow | B |
| And rubbed away his curls | M |
| He always was an' may be now | B |
| A favourite with the girls | M |
| I've heard bush wimmin scream an' squall | G |
| I've see'd 'em laugh until | C |
| They could not do their work at all | G |
| Because of Corny Bill | C |
| - | |
| He was the jolliest old pup | N |
| As ever you did see | H |
| And often at some bush kick up | N |
| They'd make old Bill M C | H |
| He'd make them dance and sing all night | O |
| He'd make the music hum | P |
| But he'd be gone at mornin' light | O |
| A humpin' of his drum | P |
| - | |
| Though joys of which the poet rhymes | Q |
| Was not for Bill an' me | H |
| I think we had some good old times | Q |
| Out on the wallaby | H |
| I took a wife and left off rum | P |
| An' camped beneath a roof | R |
| But Bill preferred to hump his drum | P |
| A paddin' of the hoof | R |
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| The lazy idle loafers what | S |
| In toney houses camp | T |
| Would call old Bill a drunken sot | U |
| A loafer or a tramp | T |
| But if the dead should ever dance | V |
| As poets say they will | C |
| I think I'd rather take my chance | V |
| Along of Corny Bill | C |
| - | |
| His long life's day is nearly o'er | W |
| Its shades begin to fall | G |
| He soon must mount his bluey for | X |
| The last long tramp of all | G |
| I trust that when in bush an' town | Y |
| He's lived and learnt his fill | C |
| They'll let the golden slip rails down | Y |
| For poor old Corny Bill | C |
Henry Lawson
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