The Boss's Boots Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCAA CCCC DDEE CCFF AAAA BBAA CCCC GGHH AACC CCII CCJJ CCCC AABB CCAAThe Shearers squint along the pens they squint along the shoots | A |
The shearers squint along the board to catch the Boss s boots | A |
They have no time to straighten up they have no time to stare | B |
But when the Boss is looking on they like to be aware | B |
The rouser has no soul to save Condemn the rouseabout | C |
And sling em in and rip em through and get the bell sheep out | C |
And skim it by the tips at times or take it with the roots | A |
But pink em nice and pretty when you see the Boss s boots | A |
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The shearing super sprained his foot as bosses sometimes do | C |
And wore until the shed cut out one side spring and one shoe | C |
And though he changed his pants at times some worn out and some neat | C |
No tiger there could possibly mistake the Boss s feet | C |
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The Boss affected larger boots than many Western men | D |
And Jim the Ringer swore the shoe was half as big again | D |
And tigers might have heard the boss ere any harm was done | E |
For when he passed it was a sort of dot and carry one | E |
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But now there comes a picker up who sprained his ankle too | C |
And limping round the shed he found the Boss s cast off shoe | C |
He went to work all legs and arms as green hand rousers will | F |
And never dreamed of Boss s boots much less of Bogan Bill | F |
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Ye sons of sin that tramp and shear in hot and dusty scrubs | A |
Just keep away from headin em and keep away from pubs | A |
And keep away from handicaps for so your sugar scoots | A |
And you may own a station yet and wear the Boss s boots | A |
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And Bogan by his mate was heard to mutter through his hair | B |
The Boss has got a rat to day he s buckin everywhere | B |
He s trainin for a bike I think the way he comes an scoots | A |
He s like a bloomin cat on mud the way he shifts his boots | A |
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Now Bogan Bill was shearing rough and chanced to cut a teat | C |
He stuck his leg in front at once and slewed the ewe a bit | C |
He hurried up to get her through when close beside his shoot | C |
He saw a large and ancient shoe in mateship with a boot | C |
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He thought that he d be fined all right he couldn t turn the yoe | G |
The more he wished the boss away the more he wouldn t go | G |
And Bogan swore amenfully beneath his breath he swore | H |
And he was never known to pink so prettily before | H |
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And Bogan through his bristling scalp in his mind s eye could trace | A |
The cold sarcastic smile that lurked about the Boss s face | A |
He cursed him with a silent curse in language known to few | C |
He cursed him from his boot right up and then down to his shoe | C |
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But while he shore so mighty clean and while he screened the teat | C |
He fancied there was something wrong about the Boss s feet | C |
The boot grew unfamiliar and the odd shoe seemed awry | I |
And slowly up the trouser went the tail of Bogan s eye | I |
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Then swiftly to the features from a plaited green hide belt | C |
You d have to ring a shed or two to feel as Bogan felt | C |
For twas his green hand picker up who wore a vacant look | J |
And Bogan saw the Boss outside consulting with his cook | J |
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And Bogan Bill was hurt and mad to see that rouseabout | C |
And Bogan laid his Wolseley down and knocked that rouser out | C |
He knocked him right across the board he tumbled through the shoot | C |
I ll learn the fool said Bogan Bill to flash the Boss s boot | C |
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The rouser squints along the pens he squints along the shoots | A |
And gives his men the office when they miss the Boss s boots | A |
They have no time to straighten up they re too well bred to stare | B |
But when the Boss is looking on they like to be aware | B |
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The rouser has no soul to lose it s blarst the rouseabout | C |
And rip em through and yell for tar and get the bell sheep out | C |
And take it with the scum at times or take it with the roots | A |
But pink em nice and pretty when you see the Boss s boots | A |
Henry Lawson
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