Knocked Up Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CBCDD EEFF GGHI JJKK LLMM NNMM BBDD| drought | A |
| And dunno if my legs or back or heart is most wore out | A |
| I've got no spirits left to rise and smooth me achin' brow | B |
| I'm too knocked up to light a fire and bile the billy now | B |
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| Oh it's trampin' trampin' tra a mpin' in flies an' dust an' heat | C |
| Or it's trampin' trampin' tra a a mpin' | B |
| through mud and slush 'n sleet | C |
| It's tramp an' tramp for tucker one everlastin' strife | D |
| An' wearin' out yer boots an' heart in the wastin' of yer life | D |
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| They whine o' lost an' wasted lives in idleness and crime | E |
| I've wasted mine for twenty years and grafted all the time | E |
| And never drunk the stuff I earned nor gambled when I shore | F |
| But somehow when yer on the track yer life seems wasted more | F |
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| A long dry stretch of thirty miles I've tramped this broilin' day | G |
| All for the off chance of a job a hundred miles away | G |
| There's twenty hungry beggars wild for any job this year | H |
| An' fifty might be at the shed while I am lyin' here | I |
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| The sinews in my legs seem drawn red hot 'n that's the truth | J |
| I seem to weigh a ton and ache like one tremendous tooth | J |
| I'm stung between my shoulder blades my blessed back seems broke | K |
| I'm too knocked out to eat a bite I'm too knocked up to smoke | K |
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| The blessed rain is comin' too there's oceans in the sky | L |
| An' I suppose I must get up and rig the blessed fly | L |
| The heat is bad the water's bad the flies a crimson curse | M |
| The grub is bad mosquitoes damned but rheumatism's worse | M |
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| I wonder why poor blokes like me will stick so fast ter breath | N |
| Though Shakespeare says it is the fear of somethin' after death | N |
| But though Eternity be cursed with God's almighty curse | M |
| What ever that same somethin' is I swear it can't be worse | M |
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| For it's trampin' trampin' tra a mpin' thro' hell across the plain | B |
| And it's trampin' trampin' tra a mpin' thro' slush 'n mud 'n rain | B |
| A livin' worse than any dog without a home 'n wife | D |
| A wearin' out yer heart 'n soul in the wastin' of yer life | D |
Henry Lawson
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