Here's Luck Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFF GGHI JJKK LLMM NNOO PPOO| Old Time is tramping close to day you hear his bluchers fall | A |
| A mighty change is on the way an God protect us all | A |
| Some dust ll fly from beery coats at least it s been declared | B |
| I m glad that wimin has the votes but just a trifle scared | B |
| I m just a trifle scared For why The wimin mean to rule | C |
| It makes me feel like days gone by when I was caned at school | C |
| The days of men is nearly dead of double moons and stars | D |
| They ll soon put out our pipes tis said an close the public bars | D |
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| No more we ll take a glass of ale when pushed with care an strife | E |
| An chuckle home with that old tale we used to tell the wife | E |
| We ll laugh an joke an sing no more with jolly beery chums | F |
| An shout Here s luck while waitin for the luck that never comes | F |
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| Did we prohibit swillin tea clean out of common sense | G |
| Or legislate on gossipin across a backyard fence | G |
| Did we prohibit bustles or the hoops when they was here | H |
| The wimin never think of this they want to stop our beer | I |
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| The track o life is dry enough an crossed with many a rut | J |
| But oh we ll find it long an rough when all the pubs is shut | J |
| When all the pubs is shut an gone the doors we used to seek | K |
| An we go toilin thirstin on through Sundays all the week | K |
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| For since the days when pubs was inns in years gone past n far | L |
| Poor sinful souls have drowned their sins an sorrers at the bar | L |
| An though at times it led to crimes an debt and such complaints | M |
| I scarce dare think about the time when all mankind is saints | M |
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| Twould make the bones of Bacchus leap an break his coffin lid | N |
| And Burns s ghost would wail an weep as Bobby never did | N |
| But let the preachers preach in style an rave and rant n buck | O |
| I rather guess they ll hear awhile the old war cry Here s Luck | O |
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| The world might wobble round the sun an all the banks go bung | P |
| But pipes ll smoke an liquor run while Auld Lang Syne is sung | P |
| While men are driven through the mill an flinty times is struck | O |
| They ll find a private entrance still Here s Luck old man Here s Luck | O |
Henry Lawson
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