Sydney Town In '91 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHG IIIJIKIH GIGIILIL MJMJGNGN JOJOOPJP JQJQJJJJ OOOOERES TNTNUVUV JNJNONON WJWJWNWN JOJOEJEJ JOJOGXGX J| Let us sing a song as not a | A |
| Solitary poet sings | B |
| For our seething brain has got a | A |
| Mighty grip on earthly things | B |
| We can feel the strength within us | C |
| And our soul is bounding high | D |
| And our hissing pen shall win us | C |
| Wealth and Beauty by and bye | D |
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| Listen to the thunder swelling | E |
| Till the mighty west vibrates | F |
| 'Tis the horny handed yelling | E |
| For the Labour candidates | F |
| Hear the language of the frisky | G |
| Push assisting at the fun | H |
| Liberty and rum and whisky | G |
| Sydney town in ' | - |
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| Whack the poor and cut a caper | I |
| Turn the taps and shout wharroo | I |
| For each Sydney leading paper | I |
| Has a candidate or two | J |
| Every new one is an ember | I |
| Lighting up this land of sin | K |
| Clever little B k is member | I |
| For the Sydney Bulletin | H |
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| Wherefore hang our curls in sloppy | G |
| Mats of ink upon our brow | I |
| Hark the devil yells for copy | G |
| And the comps are swearing now | I |
| Put in Parkes and Dan O'Connor | I |
| While the nation swears and laughs | L |
| They are good upon my honour | I |
| They are good for paragraphs | L |
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| Stone them egg them flour bag them | M |
| Pelt and whelt them black and blue | J |
| Swear at them and bully rag them | M |
| Vote for them and put them through | J |
| What is fame and what is money | G |
| While the sky is still o'erhead | N |
| I would vote for Garden Honey | G |
| Only Garden Honey's dead | N |
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| Every man's as good's his neighbour | J |
| We will lead the nations' van | O |
| If he'd swear to fight for Labour | J |
| We'd return a Chinaman | O |
| Squash the hills and shout Hosanna | O |
| Wake the nations New South Wales | P |
| Nail the shining Southern Banner | J |
| To the Pole with two inch nails | P |
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| Renegades our hearts grow lighter | J |
| As the roving seasons flow | Q |
| Time will teach for e'en the writer | J |
| Yelled for Freedom long ago | Q |
| Yelled unto the hungry toiler | J |
| Fought to break the tyrant's power | J |
| Till his over heated boiler | J |
| Needed wetting ev'ry hour | J |
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| What care we for Federation | O |
| And the loan may float or drown | O |
| Will a brother in the nation | O |
| Only lend us half a crown | O |
| Heavens but our heads are aching | E |
| There's a throbbing in our brows | R |
| Let us go to gaol for taking | E |
| Part in federated rows | S |
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| Ah the land without elections | T |
| Is a lonely land indeed | N |
| We must take our joy in sections | T |
| While our flaming countries bleed | N |
| Glorious harvest for reporters | U |
| Load your pens and fire away | V |
| While the railway guards and porters | U |
| Get a jolly holiday | V |
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| Let us think and rave and borrow | J |
| Yards from poets who are dead | N |
| Bards who died of ruin and sorrow | J |
| In the gutter and the shed | N |
| Federate the hanged creation | O |
| Snake that's born of rum what's that | N |
| Lo the throes of inspiration | O |
| Scare the mangy office cat | N |
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| Though the scythe of Time is brittle | W |
| Taking every sweep a year | J |
| We shall jog his arm a little | W |
| In the Southern Hemisphere | J |
| Let the northern nations squabble | W |
| We will row another boat | N |
| Lord we'll make the planet wobble | W |
| When we get One Man One Vote | N |
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| We will hold this Eldorado | J |
| Island of the evergreen | O |
| Let the soldiers and Recardo | J |
| Go to hell or Argentine | O |
| We've the power and we are waiting | E |
| Why the day of deeds defer | J |
| While our sons are emigrating | E |
| To the planet Jupiter | J |
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| Brightest spot upon the planet | J |
| Is the land where I was born | O |
| And the lunatics who man it | J |
| Are the rising sons of morn | O |
| Take the song and sing it gaily | G |
| For the times are very ripe | X |
| Let the crawling lying daily | G |
| Set it up in mortgaged type | X |
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| The muse was forcibly ejected at this point | J |
Henry Lawson
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