Gettin Back Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCD EEFFD GGHHD IIJJD KKFFD LLMMD NNOOD PPQRD| When we've arrived by boat or rail and feeling pretty well | A |
| And humped our heavy gladstones to the Great Norsouth Hotel | A |
| And when we've had a wash and brush and changed biled rags for soft | B |
| And ate a hearty country meal our spirits go aloft | C |
| Damn the city | D |
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| When we've walked out a mile and back along the old bush track | E |
| And dropped into the letter box our last damned letters back | E |
| When we've turned in and slept half through the soft white beds all night | F |
| To start at daylight toy the coach we're getting back all right | F |
| Damn the city | D |
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| When we have crossed the nearer heights through box and stringy bark | G |
| And traced the newer tree marked track above the gullies dark | G |
| When we begin to ask how far it is to tucker yet | H |
| Where clear streams whet our appetites we're getting back don't fret | H |
| Damn the city | D |
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| We try to draw the driver out a 'case' as like as not | I |
| For we don't know how much he knows or how much we've forgot | I |
| And we make bloomers and the seats seem narrow slippery shelves | J |
| Until we find he's just a liar like ourselves | J |
| Damn the city | D |
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| When we can take an interest in all and everything | K |
| When we begin to drop the 'g' in words that end in 'ing' | K |
| When good old oaths come 'back again and we can sleep at night | F |
| And eat our fish with knives and forks we're gettin' back all right | F |
| Damn the city | D |
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| I'm staying at a lake side home down here at Nevermind | L |
| The small hand 'separator' is the only change I find | L |
| And there's a girl with kind grey eyes and hair of reddish gold | M |
| And she's read somewhere in a book that poets don't grow old | M |
| Damn the city | D |
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| She's twenty two I'm forty three but ere the week is done | N |
| She's only in her eighteenth year and I am twenty one | N |
| I'm younger than the younger men who can't be young or won't | O |
| She heard that poets don't grow old and now she knows they don't | O |
| DAMN THE CITY | D |
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| The dandy tourists wonder how the old town had got in | P |
| The straight young bushmen wonder how that poet bloke could win | P |
| But the grand old bush life backed me up when they were hard to rouse | Q |
| And I turned out at six o'clock and helped her milk the cows | R |
| DAMN THE CITY | D |
Henry Lawson
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