The Flour Bin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFEF CGHGICJC KKAKBLMN BBOBPQBQ AFMFMMMM MBMBRCBC

By Lawson's Hill near MudgeeA
On old EurundereeB
The place they called New PipeclayC
Where the diggers used to beD
On a dreary old selectionE
Where times were dry and thinF
In a slab and shingle kitchenE
There stood a flour binF
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'Twas ploorer with the cattleC
'Twas rust and smut in wheatG
'Twas blight in eyes and orchardsH
And coarse salt beef to eatG
Oh how our mothers struggledI
Till eyes and brain were dullC
Oh how our fathers slaved and toiledJ
To keep those flour bins fullC
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We've been in many countriesK
We've sailed on many seasK
We've travelled in the steerageA
And lived on land at easeK
We've seen the world togetherB
Through laughter and through tearsL
And not been far from baker's breadM
These five and thirty yearsN
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The flats are green as everB
The creeks go rippling throughB
The Mudgee Hills are showingO
Their deepest shades of blueB
Those mountains in the distanceP
That ever held a charmQ
Are fairer than a pictureB
As seen from Cox's farmQ
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On a German farm by MudgeeA
That took long years to winF
On the wide bricked back verandahM
There stands a flour binF
And the dear old German ladyM
Though the bakers' carts run outM
Still keeps a fifty in itM
Against a time of droughtM
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It was my father made itM
It stands as good as newB
And of the others like itM
There still remain a fewB
God grant when drought shall strike usR
The young will take a pullC
And the old folk their strength anewB
To keep those flour bins fullC

Henry Lawson



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