The Bards Who Lived At Manly Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABAABCB DAAAEBCB FAAABGHB CIAIABBB JKLKBCMC CAAAABCB CKAKAICI AENECBNB COAOAPCP AQAQRPAP RSASABCB ATATACAC NAAAUHBH NCBCABAB ACACVWFW CFCFCBCB CBCBJKNK NBNBNCNC CBCBFXFXThe camp of high class spielers | A |
Who sneered in summer dress | A |
And doo dah dilettante | B |
And scornful venuses | A |
House agents and storekeepers | A |
All eager they to bleed | B |
The bards who tackled Manly | C |
Were plucky bards indeed | B |
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With shops that feared to trust them | D |
And pubs that looked askance | A |
And prigs who read their verses | A |
But gave them not a glance | A |
When all were vain and selfish | E |
And editors were hard | B |
The bard that stuck to Manly | C |
Was sure a mighty bard | B |
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What mattered floors were barren | F |
And windows curtainless | A |
And our life seemed to others | A |
But blackguard recklessness | A |
We wore our clothes for comfort | B |
We earned our bread alway | G |
And beer and good tobacco | H |
Came somehow every day | B |
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Came kindred souls to Manly | C |
Outsiders that we knew | I |
And with them scribes and artists | A |
And low comedians too | I |
And sometimes bright girl writers | A |
Called Tommy Jack or Pat | B |
Though each one had a sweetheart | B |
The rest knew nought of that | B |
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Twas not the paltry village | J |
We honoured unaware | K |
Or welcome warm or friendship | L |
Or tone that took us there | K |
We longed to sing for mankind | B |
Where heaven s breath was free | C |
We only sought the grandeur | M |
Of sea cliff sands and sea | C |
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And we were glad at Manly | C |
All unaware of swells | A |
Of doctors and of nurses | A |
And private hospitals | A |
With little fear of bailiffs | A |
And great contempt for greed | B |
The bards who lived at Manly | C |
They were a healthy breed | B |
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Oh moonlit nights at Manly | C |
When all the world was fair | K |
In shirts and turned up trousers | A |
We larked like big boys there | K |
Oh glorious autumn mornings | A |
The gold and green and blue | I |
We stripped as well as any | C |
And swam as strongly too | I |
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The artist had a missus | A |
Who rather loved the wretch | E |
And so for days together | N |
He d stay at home and sketch | E |
And then I fear twas only | C |
When things were getting tight | B |
The bards would shun each other | N |
And hump themselves and write | B |
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When bailiffs came to Manly | C |
They d find no sticks to take | O |
We d welcome them as brothers | A |
Their grimy hands we d shake | O |
We d send for beer in billies | A |
And straightway send for more | P |
And bailiff nights in Manly | C |
Were merry nights of yore | P |
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There are some things that landlords | A |
And law can t do at all | Q |
They could not take the pictures | A |
We painted on the wall | Q |
They could not take the table | R |
The table was a door | P |
They could not take the bedsteads | A |
The beds were on the floor | P |
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The door of some old stable | R |
We d borrowed for a drink | S |
A page of rhymes and sketches | A |
And stained with beer and ink | S |
A dead hand drew the portraits | A |
And say should I be shamed | B |
To seek it out in Manly | C |
And get the old door framed | B |
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They left the masterpieces | A |
The artist dreamed of long | T |
They could not take the gardens | A |
From Victor Daley s song | T |
They left his summer islands | A |
And fairy ships at sea | C |
They could not take my mountains | A |
And western plains from me | C |
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One bailiff was our brother | N |
No better and no worse | A |
And oh the yarns he told us | A |
To put in prose and verse | A |
And sorry we to lose him | U |
And sorry he to go | H |
Oh skeletons of Pott s Point | B |
How many things we know | H |
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The very prince of laughter | N |
With brains and sympathy | C |
And with us on the last night | B |
He spent his bailiff s fee | C |
He banished Durkin s gruffness | A |
He set my soul afloat | B |
And drew till day on Daley s | A |
Bright store of anecdote | B |
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He said he d stick to business | A |
Though he could well be free | C |
If but to save poor devils | A |
From harder bums than he | C |
Now artist bard and bailiff | V |
Have left this vale of sin | W |
I trust if they reach Heaven | F |
They ll take that bailiff in | W |
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The bards that lived in Manly | C |
Have vanished one and one | F |
But do not think in Manly | C |
Bohemian days are done | F |
They bled me white in Manly | C |
When rich and tempest tossed | B |
I ll leave some bills in Manly | C |
To pay for what I lost | B |
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They d grab and grind in Manly | C |
Then slander sneer and flout | B |
The shocked of moral Manly | C |
They starved my brothers out | B |
The miserable village | J |
Set in a scene so fair | K |
Were honester and cleaner | N |
If some of us were there | K |
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But one went with December | N |
These last lines seem to night | B |
Like some song I remember | N |
And not a song I write | B |
With vision strangely clearer | N |
My old chums seem to be | C |
In death and absence nearer | N |
Than e er they were to me | C |
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Alone and still not lonely | C |
When tears will not be shed | B |
I wish that I could only | C |
Believe that they were dead | B |
With hardly curbed emotion | F |
I can t but think somehow | X |
In Manly by the ocean | F |
They re waiting for me now | X |
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