On The Wallaby Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEEFF GGHHII JJKKLL MMNNOO PPQQRRNow the tent poles are rotting the camp fires are dead | A |
And the possums may gambol in trees overhead | A |
I am humping my bluey far out on the land | B |
And the prints of my bluchers sink deep in the sand | B |
I am out on the wallaby humping my drum | C |
And I came by the tracks where the sundowners come | C |
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It is nor' west and west o'er the ranges and far | D |
To the plains where the cattle and sheep stations are | D |
With the sky for my roof and the grass for my bunk | E |
And a calico bag for my damper and junk | E |
And scarcely a comrade my memory reveals | F |
Save the spiritless dingo in tow of my heels | F |
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But I think of the honest old light of my home | G |
When the stars hang in clusters like lamps from the dome | G |
And I think of the hearth where the dark shadows fall | H |
When my camp fire is built on the widest of all | H |
But I'm following Fate for I know she knows best | I |
I follow she leads and it's nor' west by west | I |
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When my tent is all torn and my blankets are damp | J |
And the rising flood waters flow fast by the camp | J |
When the cold water rises in jets from the floor | K |
I lie in my bunk and I list to the roar | K |
And I think how to morrow my footsteps will lag | L |
When I tramp 'neath the weight of a rain sodden swag | L |
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Though the way of the swagman is mostly up hill | M |
There are joys to be found on the wallaby still | M |
When the day has gone by with its tramp or its toil | N |
And your camp fire you light and your billy you boil | N |
There is comfort and peace in the bowl of your clay | O |
Or the yarn of a mate who is tramping that way | O |
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But beware of the town there is poison for years | P |
In the pleasure you find in the depths of long beers | P |
For the bushman gets bushed in the streets of a town | Q |
Where he loses his friends when his cheque is knocked down | Q |
He is right till his pockets are empty and then | R |
He can hump his old bluey up country again | R |
Henry Lawson
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