Sydney-side Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCBB DDEE CCBB FFGG HHII EEBB CCBBWhere's the steward Bar room steward Berth Oh any berth will do | A |
I have left a three pound billet just to come along with you | A |
Brighter shines the Star of Rovers on a world that s growing wide | B |
But I think I d give a kingdom for a glimpse of Sydney Side | B |
Run of rocky shelves at sunrise with their base on ocean s bed | C |
Homes of Coogee homes of Bondi and the lighthouse on South Head | C |
For in loneliness and hardship and with just a touch of pride | B |
Has my heart been taught to whisper You belong to Sydney Side | B |
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Oh there never dawned a morning in the long and lonely days | D |
But I thought I saw the ferries streaming out across the bays | D |
And as fresh and fair in fancy did the picture rise again | E |
As the sunrise flushed the city from Woollahra to Balmain | E |
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And the sunny water frothing round the liners black and red | C |
And the coastal schooners working by the loom of Bradley s Head | C |
And the whistles and the sirens that re echo far and wide | B |
All the life and light and beauty that belong to Sydney Side | B |
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And the dreary cloud line never veiled the end of one day more | F |
But the city set in jewels rose before me from The Shore | F |
Round the sea world shine the beacons of a thousand ports o call | G |
But the harbour lights of Sydney are the grandest of them all | G |
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Toiling out beyond Coolgardie heart and back and spirit broke | H |
Where the Rover s Star gleams redly in the desert by the soak | H |
But says one mate to the other Brace your lip and do not fret | I |
We will laugh on trains and buses Sydney s in the same place yet | I |
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Working in the South in winter to the waist in dripping fern | E |
Where the local spirit hungers for each saxpence that we earn | E |
We can stand it for a season for our world is growing wide | B |
And they all are friends and strangers who belong to Sydney Side | B |
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T other siders T other siders Yet we wake the dusty dead | C |
It is we that send the backward province fifty years ahead | C |
We it is that trim Australia making narrow country wide | B |
Yet we re always T other siders till we sail for Sydney side | B |
Henry Lawson
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