The Heart Of The Swag Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABACACDADADCDC EDEDACAC| Oh the track through the scrub groweth ever more dreary | A |
| And lower and lower his grey head doth bow | B |
| For the swagman is old and the swagman is weary | A |
| He s been tramping for over a century now | B |
| He tramps in a worn out old side spring and blucher | A |
| His hat is a ruin his coat is a rag | C |
| And he carries forever far into the future | A |
| The key of his life in the core of his swag | C |
| There are old fashioned portraits of girls who are grannies | D |
| There are tresses of dark hair whose owner s are grey | A |
| There are faded old letters from Marys and Annies | D |
| And Toms Dicks and Harrys dead many a day | A |
| There are broken heart secrets and bitter heart reasons | D |
| They are sewn in a canvas or calico bag | C |
| And wrapped up in oilskin through dark rainy seasons | D |
| And he carries them safe in the core of his swag | C |
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| There are letters that should have been burnt in the past time | E |
| For he reads them alone and a devil it brings | D |
| There were farewells that should have been said for the last time | E |
| For forever and ever the love for her springs | D |
| But he keeps them all precious and keeps them in order | A |
| And no matter to man how his footsteps may drag | C |
| There s a friend who will find when he crosses the Border | A |
| That the Heart of the Man s in the Heart of his swag | C |
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