The Bards Who Lived At Manly Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The camp of high class spielersA
Who sneered in summer dressA
And doo dah dilettanteB
And scornful venusesA
House agents and storekeepersA
All eager they to bleedB
The bards who tackled ManlyC
Were plucky bards indeedB
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With shops that feared to trust themD
And pubs that looked askanceA
And prigs who read their versesA
But gave them not a glanceA
When all were vain and selfishE
And editors were hardB
The bard that stuck to ManlyC
Was sure a mighty bardB
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What mattered floors were barrenF
And windows curtainlessA
And our life seemed to othersA
But blackguard recklessnessA
We wore our clothes for comfortB
We earned our bread alwayG
And beer and good tobaccoH
Came somehow every dayB
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Came kindred souls to ManlyC
Outsiders that we knewI
And with them scribes and artistsA
And low comedians tooI
And sometimes bright girl writersA
Called Tommy Jack or PatB
Though each one had a sweetheartB
The rest knew nought of thatB
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Twas not the paltry villageJ
We honoured unawareK
Or welcome warm or friendshipL
Or tone that took us thereK
We longed to sing for mankindB
Where heaven s breath was freeC
We only sought the grandeurM
Of sea cliff sands and seaC
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And we were glad at ManlyC
All unaware of swellsA
Of doctors and of nursesA
And private hospitalsA
With little fear of bailiffsA
And great contempt for greedB
The bards who lived at ManlyC
They were a healthy breedB
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Oh moonlit nights at ManlyC
When all the world was fairK
In shirts and turned up trousersA
We larked like big boys thereK
Oh glorious autumn morningsA
The gold and green and blueI
We stripped as well as anyC
And swam as strongly tooI
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The artist had a missusA
Who rather loved the wretchE
And so for days togetherN
He d stay at home and sketchE
And then I fear twas onlyC
When things were getting tightB
The bards would shun each otherN
And hump themselves and writeB
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When bailiffs came to ManlyC
They d find no sticks to takeO
We d welcome them as brothersA
Their grimy hands we d shakeO
We d send for beer in billiesA
And straightway send for moreP
And bailiff nights in ManlyC
Were merry nights of yoreP
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There are some things that landlordsA
And law can t do at allQ
They could not take the picturesA
We painted on the wallQ
They could not take the tableR
The table was a doorP
They could not take the bedsteadsA
The beds were on the floorP
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The door of some old stableR
We d borrowed for a drinkS
A page of rhymes and sketchesA
And stained with beer and inkS
A dead hand drew the portraitsA
And say should I be shamedB
To seek it out in ManlyC
And get the old door framedB
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They left the masterpiecesA
The artist dreamed of longT
They could not take the gardensA
From Victor Daley s songT
They left his summer islandsA
And fairy ships at seaC
They could not take my mountainsA
And western plains from meC
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One bailiff was our brotherN
No better and no worseA
And oh the yarns he told usA
To put in prose and verseA
And sorry we to lose himU
And sorry he to goH
Oh skeletons of Pott s PointB
How many things we knowH
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The very prince of laughterN
With brains and sympathyC
And with us on the last nightB
He spent his bailiff s feeC
He banished Durkin s gruffnessA
He set my soul afloatB
And drew till day on Daley sA
Bright store of anecdoteB
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He said he d stick to businessA
Though he could well be freeC
If but to save poor devilsA
From harder bums than heC
Now artist bard and bailiffV
Have left this vale of sinW
I trust if they reach HeavenF
They ll take that bailiff inW
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The bards that lived in ManlyC
Have vanished one and oneF
But do not think in ManlyC
Bohemian days are doneF
They bled me white in ManlyC
When rich and tempest tossedB
I ll leave some bills in ManlyC
To pay for what I lostB
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They d grab and grind in ManlyC
Then slander sneer and floutB
The shocked of moral ManlyC
They starved my brothers outB
The miserable villageJ
Set in a scene so fairK
Were honester and cleanerN
If some of us were thereK
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But one went with DecemberN
These last lines seem to nightB
Like some song I rememberN
And not a song I writeB
With vision strangely clearerN
My old chums seem to beC
In death and absence nearerN
Than e er they were to meC
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Alone and still not lonelyC
When tears will not be shedB
I wish that I could onlyC
Believe that they were deadB
With hardly curbed emotionF
I can t but think somehowX
In Manly by the oceanF
They re waiting for me nowX

Henry Lawson



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