The Fire At Ross's Farm Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GHIHJKLK MNONBPQR STUTVWAG XYZYAA2B2A2 C2D2E2D2E2F2G2F2 H2I2J2K2L2M2N2O2 P2AQ2AE2QE2 R2E2S2 T2BE2B T2U2V2 AE2T2E2 W2X2Y2X2MWUG Z2A3E2JB3GE2 C3D3E3D3A EF3 B3X2G3X2AL2U2L2 H3QC2QI3J3K3J3| The squatter saw his pastures wide | A |
| Decrease as one by one | B |
| The farmers moving to the west | C |
| Selected on his run | B |
| Selectors took the water up | D |
| And all the black soil round | E |
| The best grass land the squatter had | F |
| Was spoilt by Ross's Ground | E |
| - | |
| Now many schemes to shift old Ross | G |
| Had racked the squatter's brains | H |
| But Sandy had the stubborn blood | I |
| Of Scotland in his veins | H |
| He held the land and fenced it in | J |
| He cleared and ploughed the soil | K |
| And year by year a richer crop | L |
| Repaid him for his toil | K |
| - | |
| Between the homes for many years | M |
| The devil left his tracks | N |
| The squatter pounded Ross's stock | O |
| And Sandy pounded Black's | N |
| A well upon the lower run | B |
| Was filled with earth and logs | P |
| And Black laid baits about the farm | Q |
| To poison Ross's dogs | R |
| - | |
| It was indeed a deadly feud | S |
| Of class and creed and race | T |
| But yet there was a Romeo | U |
| And a Juliet in the case | T |
| And more than once across the flats | V |
| Beneath the Southern Cross | W |
| Young Robert Black was seen to ride | A |
| With pretty Jenny Ross | G |
| - | |
| One Christmas time when months of drought | X |
| Had parched the western creeks | Y |
| The bush fires started in the north | Z |
| And travelled south for weeks | Y |
| At night along the river side | A |
| The scene was grand and strange | A2 |
| The hill fires looked like lighted streets | B2 |
| Of cities in the range | A2 |
| - | |
| The cattle tracks between the trees | C2 |
| Were like long dusky aisles | D2 |
| And on a sudden breeze the fire | E2 |
| Would sweep along for miles | D2 |
| Like sounds of distant musketry | E2 |
| It crackled through the brakes | F2 |
| And o'er the flat of silver grass | G2 |
| It hissed like angry snakes | F2 |
| - | |
| It leapt across the flowing streams | H2 |
| And raced o'er pastures broad | I2 |
| It climbed the trees and lit the boughs | J2 |
| And through the scrubs it roared | K2 |
| The bees fell stifled in the smoke | L2 |
| Or perished in their hives | M2 |
| And with the stock the kangaroos | N2 |
| Went flying for their lives | O2 |
| - | |
| The sun had set on Christmas Eve | P2 |
| When through the scrub lands wide | A |
| Young Robert Black came riding home | Q2 |
| As only natives ride | A |
| He galloped to the homestead door | E2 |
| And gave the first alarm | Q |
| The fire is past the granite spur | E2 |
| And close to Ross's farm ' | - |
| - | |
| Now father send the men at once | R2 |
| They won't be wanted here | E2 |
| Poor Ross's wheat is all he has | S2 |
| To pull him through the year ' | - |
| Then let it burn ' the squatter said | T2 |
| I'd like to see it done | B |
| I'd bless the fire if it would clear | E2 |
| Selectors from the run | B |
| - | |
| Go if you will ' the squatter said | T2 |
| You shall not take the men | U2 |
| Go out and join your precious friends | V2 |
| And don't come here again ' | - |
| I won't come back ' young Robert cried | A |
| And reckless in his ire | E2 |
| He sharply turned his horse's head | T2 |
| And galloped towards the fire | E2 |
| - | |
| And there for three long weary hours | W2 |
| Half blind with smoke and heat | X2 |
| Old Ross and Robert fought the flames | Y2 |
| That neared the ripened wheat | X2 |
| The farmer's hand was nerved by fears | M |
| Of danger and of loss | W |
| And Robert fought the stubborn foe | U |
| For the love of Jenny Ross | G |
| - | |
| But serpent like the curves and lines | Z2 |
| Slipped past them and between | A3 |
| Until they reached the bound'ry where | E2 |
| The old coach road had been | J |
| The track is now our only hope | B3 |
| There we must stand ' cried Ross | G |
| For nought on earth can stop the fire | E2 |
| If once it gets across ' | - |
| - | |
| Then came a cruel gust of wind | C3 |
| And with a fiendish rush | D3 |
| The flames leapt o'er the narrow path | E3 |
| And lit the fence of brush | D3 |
| The crop must burn ' the farmer cried | A |
| We cannot save it now ' | - |
| And down upon the blackened ground | E |
| He dashed the ragged bough | F3 |
| - | |
| But wildly in a rush of hope | B3 |
| His heart began to beat | X2 |
| For o'er the crackling fire he heard | G3 |
| The sound of horses' feet | X2 |
| Here's help at last ' young Robert cried | A |
| And even as he spoke | L2 |
| The squatter with a dozen men | U2 |
| Came racing through the smoke | L2 |
| - | |
| Down on the ground the stockmen jumped | H3 |
| And bared each brawny arm | Q |
| They tore green branches from the trees | C2 |
| And fought for Ross's farm | Q |
| And when before the gallant band | I3 |
| The beaten flames gave way | J3 |
| Two grimy hands in friendship joined | K3 |
| And it was Christmas Day | J3 |
Henry Lawson
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