The Bulletin Hotel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCBB DDBB EEBB FFBB GGBB DDBB HHBB| I was drifting in the drizzle past the Cecil in the Strand | A |
| Which I m told is very tony and its front looks very grand | A |
| And I somehow fell a thinking of a pub I know so well | B |
| Of a palace in Australia called The Bulletin Hotel | B |
| Just a little six room d shanty built of corrugated tin | C |
| And all round a blazing desert land of camels thirst and sin | C |
| And the landlord is the Spider Western diggers know him well | B |
| Charlie Webb Ah there you have it of the Bulletin Hotel | B |
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| Tis a big soft hearted spider in a land where life is grim | D |
| And a web of great good nature that brings worn out flies to him | D |
| Tis the club of many lost souls in the wide Westralian hell | B |
| And the stage of many Mitchells is the Bulletin Hotel | B |
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| But the swagman on his uppers pulls an undertaker s mug | E |
| And he leans across the counter and he breathes in Charlie s lug | E |
| Tale of thirst and of misfortune Charlie knows it and ah well | B |
| But it s very bad for business at the Bulletin Hotel | B |
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| What s a drink or two says Charlie and you can t refuse a feed | F |
| But there s many a drink unpaid for many sticks of borrowed weed | F |
| And the poor old spineless bummer and the broken hearted swell | B |
| Know that they are sure of tucker at the Bulletin Hotel | B |
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| There s the liquor and the license and the carriage and the rent | G |
| And the sea or grave twixt Charlie and the fivers he has lent | G |
| And I m forced to think in sorrow for I know the country well | B |
| That the end will be the bailiff in the Bulletin Hotel | B |
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| But he ll pack up in a hurry and he ll seek a cooler clime | D |
| If I make a rise in England and I get out there in time | D |
| For a mate o mine is Charlie and I stayed there for a spell | B |
| And I owe more than a jingle to the Bulletin Hotel | B |
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| But there s lots of graft between us there are many miles of sea | H |
| So if you should drop on Charlie just shake hands with him for me | H |
| Say I think the Bush less lonely than the great town where I dwell | B |
| And a grander than the Cecil is the Bulletin Hotel | B |
Henry Lawson
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