The Grog-an'grumble Steeplechase Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD CECEFGHG CICIFJFJ HKHKALAL EJEJMNMN OPOPQRQR

'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog an' GrumbleA
In the days before the bushman was a dull 'n' heartless drudgeB
An' they say the local meeting was a drunken rough and tumbleA
Which was ended pretty often by an inquest on the judgeB
An' 'tis said the city talent very often caught a tartarC
In the Grog an' Grumble sportsman 'n' returned with broken headsD
For the fortune life and safety of the Grog an' Grumble starterC
Mostly hung upon the finish of the local thoroughbredsD
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Pat M'Durmer was the owner of a horse they called the ScreamerC
Which he called the quickest stepper 'twixt the Darling and the seaE
And I think it's very doubtful if the stomach troubled dreamerC
Ever saw a more outrageous piece of equine sceneryE
For his points were most decided from his end to his beginningF
He had eyes of different colour and his legs they wasn't matesG
Pat M'Durmer said he always came widin a flip of winnin'H
An' his sire had come from England 'n' his dam was from the StatesG
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Friends would argue with M'Durmer and they said he was in errorC
To put up his horse the Screamer for he'd lose in any caseI
And they said a city racer by the name of Holy TerrorC
Was regarded as the winner of the coming steeplechaseI
But he said he had the knowledge to come in when it was rainingF
And irrevelantly mentioned that he knew the time of dayJ
So he rose in their opinion It was noticed that the trainingF
Of the Screamer was conducted in a dark mysterious wayJ
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Well the day arrived in glory 'twas a day of jubilationH
With careless hearted bushmen for a hundred miles aroundK
An' the rum 'n' beer 'n' whisky came in waggons from the stationH
An' the Holy Terror talent were the first upon the groundK
Judge M'Ard with whose opinion it was scarcely safe to wrestleA
Took his dangerous position on the bark and sapling standL
He was what the local Stiggins used to speak of as a wesselA
Of wrath and he'd a bludgeon that he carried in his handL
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Off ye go the starter shouted as down fell a stupid jockeyE
Off they started in disorder left the jockey where he layJ
And they fell and rolled and galloped down the crooked course and rockyE
Till the pumping of the Screamer could be heard a mile awayJ
But he kept his legs and galloped he was used to rugged coursesM
And he lumbered down the gully till the ridge began to quakeN
And he ploughed along the siding raising earth till other horsesM
An' their riders too were blinded by the dust cloud in his wakeN
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From the ruck he'd struggled slowly they were much surprised to find himO
Close abeam of the Holy Terror as along the flat they toreP
Even higher still and denser rose the cloud of dust behind himO
While in more divided splinters flew the shattered rails beforeP
Terror Dead heat they were shouting Terror but the Screamer hung outQ
Nose to nose with Holy Terror as across the creek they swungR
An' M'Durmer shouted loudly Put yer toungue out put yer tongue outQ
An ' the Screamer put his tongue out and he won by half a tongueR

Henry Lawson



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