The Never-never Country Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED FGHGIDDD JKJKDLML NOHOPAPA QPRPCDSD THTHUPUP VWXWBPPP PPPPEYPY POPOPPPP PZPZA2PA2P

By homestead hut and shearing shedA
By railroad coach and trackB
By lonely graves of our brave deadA
Up Country and Out BackB
To where 'neath glorious the clustered starsC
The dreamy plains expandD
My home lies wide a thousand milesE
In the Never Never LandD
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It lies beyond the farming beltF
Wide wastes of scrub and plainG
A blazing desert in the droughtH
A lake land after rainG
To the sky line sweeps the waving grassI
Or whirls the scorching sandD
A phantom land a mystic landD
The Never Never LandD
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Where lone Mount Desolation liesJ
Mounts Dreadful and DespairK
'Tis lost beneath the rainless skiesJ
In hopeless deserts thereK
It spreads nor' west by No Man's LandD
Where clouds are seldom seenL
To where the cattle stations lieM
Three hundred miles betweenL
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The drovers of the Great Stock RoutesN
The strange Gulf country knowO
Where travelling from the southern droughtH
The big lean bullocks goO
And camped by night where plains lie wideP
Like some old ocean's bedA
The watchmen in the starlight rideP
Round fifteen hundred headA
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And west of named and numbered daysQ
The shearers walk and rideP
Jack Cornstalk and the Ne'er do wellR
And the grey beard side by sideP
They veil their eyes from moon and starsC
And slumber on the sandD
Sad memories steep as years go roundS
In Never Never LandD
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By lonely huts north west of BourkeT
Through years of flood and droughtH
The best of English black sheep workT
Their own salvation outH
Wild fresh faced boys grown gaunt and brownU
Stiff lipped and haggard eyedP
They live the Dead Past grimly downU
Where boundary riders rideP
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The College Wreck who sank beneathV
Then rose above his shameW
Tramps west in mateship with the manX
Who cannot write his nameW
'Tis there where on the barren trackB
No last half crust's begrudgedP
Where saint and sinner side by sideP
Judge not and are not judgedP
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Oh rebels to societyP
The Outcasts of the WestP
Oh hopeless eyes that smile for meP
And broken hearts that jestP
The pluck to face a thousand milesE
The grit to see it throughY
The communion perfectedP
And I am proud of youY
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The Arab to true desert sandP
The Finn to fields of snowO
The Flax stick turns to MaorilandP
While the seasons come and goO
And this old fact comes home to meP
And will not let me restP
However barren it may beP
Your own land is the bestP
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And lest at ease I should forgetP
True mateship after allZ
My water bag and billy yetP
Are hanging on the wallZ
And if my fate should show the signA2
I'd tramp to sunsets grandP
With gaunt and stern eyed mates of mineA2
In the Never Never LandP

Henry Lawson



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