The Roaring Days Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED FGHGIJIK LMCMNOPO QRSRTUTUVWRW CXYXSZSZYA2B2A2 FC2FC2AD2E2D2 F2G2H2G2FG2NG2AI2FI2 CJ2J2J2KJ2J2J2 CK2CK2L2I2M2I2J2N2J2 N2

The night too quickly passesA
And we are growing oldB
So let us fill our glassesA
And toast the Days of GoldB
When finds of wondrous treasureC
Set all the South ablazeD
And you and I were faithful matesE
All through the roaring daysD
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Then stately ships came sailingF
From every harbour's mouthG
And sought the land of promiseH
That beaconed in the SouthG
Then southward streamed their streamersI
And swelled their canvas fullJ
To speed the wildest dreamersI
E'er borne in vessel's hullK
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Their shining EldoradoL
Beneath the southern skiesM
Was day and night for everC
Before their eager eyesM
The brooding bush awakenedN
Was stirred in wild unrestO
And all the year a human streamP
Went pouring to the WestO
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The rough bush roads re echoedQ
The bar room's noisy dinR
When troops of stalwart horsemenS
Dismounted at the innR
And oft the hearty greetingsT
And hearty clasp of handsU
Would tell of sudden meetingsT
Of friends from other landsU
When puzzled long the new chumV
Would recognise at lastW
Behind a bronzed and bearded skinR
A comrade of the pastW
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And when the cheery camp fireC
Explored the bush with gleamsX
The camping grounds were crowdedY
With caravans of teamsX
Then home the jests were drivenS
And good old songs were sungZ
And choruses were givenS
The strength of heart and lungZ
Oh they were lion heartedY
Who gave our country birthA2
Oh they were of the stoutest sonsB2
From all the lands on earthA2
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Oft when the camps were dreamingF
And fires began to paleC2
Through rugged ranges gleamingF
Would come the Royal MailC2
Behind six foaming horsesA
And lit by flashing lampsD2
Old Cobb and Co 's' in royal stateE2
Went dashing past the campsD2
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Oh who would paint a goldfieldF2
And limn the picture rightG2
As we have often seen itH2
In early morning's lightG2
The yellow mounds of mullockF
With spots of red and whiteG2
The scattered quartz that glistenedN
Like diamonds in lightG2
The azure line of ridgesA
The bush of darkest greenI2
The little homes of calicoF
That dotted all the sceneI2
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I hear the fall of timberC
From distant flats and fellsJ2
The pealing of the anvilsJ2
As clear as little bellsJ2
The rattle of the cradleK
The clack of windlass bolesJ2
The flutter of the crimson flagsJ2
Above the golden holesJ2
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Ah then our hearts were bolderC
And if Dame Fortune frownedK2
Our swags we'd lightly shoulderC
And tramp to other groundK2
But golden days are vanishedL2
And altered is the sceneI2
The diggings are desertedM2
The camping grounds are greenI2
The flaunting flag of progressJ2
Is in the West unfurledN2
The mighty bush with iron railsJ2
Is tethered to the worldN2

Henry Lawson



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