The Man From Waterloo (with Kind Regards To Banjo) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEAEAFGFGHIHI IJIJKLKLMNMNEJEA OPQPRIRISAAA ITITAAAA JEUEAHAH PVPVAAAA

It was the Man from WaterlooA
When work in town was slackB
Who took the track as bushmen doA
And humped his swag out backB
He tramped for months without a bobC
For most the sheds were fullD
Until at last he got a jobC
At picking up the woolD
He found the work was rather roughE
But swore to see it throughA
For he was made of sterling stuffE
The Man from WaterlooA
The first remark was like a stabF
That fell his ear uponG
Twas There s another something scabF
The boss has taken onG
They couldn t let the towny beH
They sneered like anythingI
They d mock him when he d sound the gH
In words that end in ingI
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There came a man from IronbarkI
And at the shed he shoreJ
He scoffed his victuals like a sharkI
And like a fiend he sworeJ
He d shorn his flowing beard that dayK
He found it hard to reapL
Because twas hot and in the wayK
While he was shearing sheepL
His loaded fork in grimy holtM
Was poised his jaws moved fastN
Impatient till his throat could boltM
The mouthful taken lastN
He couldn t stand a something toffE
Much less a jackarooJ
And swore to take the trimmings offE
The Man from WaterlooA
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The towny saw he must be upO
Or else be underneathP
And so one day before them allQ
He dared to clean his teethP
The men came running from the shedR
And shouted Here s a larkI
It s gone to clean its tooties saidR
The man from IronbarkI
His feeble joke was much enjoyedS
He sneered as bullies doA
And with a scrubbing brush he guyedA
The Man from WaterlooA
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The Jackaroo made no remarkI
But peeled and waded inT
And soon the Man from IronbarkI
Had three teeth less to grinT
And when they knew that he could fightA
They swore to see him throughA
Because they saw that he was rightA
The Man from WaterlooA
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Now in a shop in Sydney nearJ
The Bottle on the ShelfE
The tale is told with trimmings byU
The Jackaroo himselfE
They made my life a hell he saidA
They wouldn t let me beH
They set the bully of the shedA
To take it out of meH
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The dirt was on him like a sheathP
He seldom washed his phizV
He sneered because I cleaned my teethP
I guess I dusted hisV
I treated them as they deservedA
I signed on one or twoA
They won t forget me soon observedA
The Man from WaterlooA

Henry Lawson



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