The Secret Whisky Cure Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCBB DDBB EEBB FFGB HIBB JJBB KKBB LLBB MMBB NNBB OOBB BBBB PPBB| Tis no tale of heroism tis no tale of storm and strife | A |
| But of ordinary boozing and of dull domestic life | A |
| Of the everlasting friction that most husbands must endure | B |
| Tale of nagging and of drinking and a secret whisky cure | B |
| Name of Jones perhaps you know him small house agent here in town | C |
| Friend of Smith you know him also likewise Robinson and Brown | C |
| Just a hopeless little husband whose deep sorrows were obscure | B |
| And a bitter nagging Missis and death seemed the only cure | B |
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| Twas a common sordid marriage and there s little new to tell | D |
| Save the pub to him was Heaven and his own home was a hell | D |
| With the office in between them purgatory to be sure | B |
| And as far as Jones could make out well there wasn t any cure | B |
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| Twas drink and nag or nag and drink whichever you prefer | E |
| Till at last she couldn t stand him any more than he could her | E |
| Friends and relatives assisted telling her with motives pure | B |
| That a legal separation was the only earthly cure | B |
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| So she went and saw a lawyer who in accents soft and low | F |
| Asked her firstly if her husband had a bank account or no | F |
| But he hadn t and she hadn t they in fact were very poor | G |
| So he bowed her out suggesting she should try some liquor cure | B |
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| She saw a drink cure advertised in the Sydney Bulletin | H |
| Cure for brandy cure for whisky cure for rum and beer and gin | I |
| And it could be given secret it was tasteless swift and sure | B |
| So she purchased half a gallon of that Secret Whisky Cure | B |
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| And she put some in his coffee smiling sweetly all the while | J |
| And he started for the office rather puzzled by the smile | J |
| Smile or frown he d have a whisky and you ll say he was a boor | B |
| But perhaps his wife had given him an overdose of Cure | B |
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| And he met a friend he hadn t seen for seven years or more | K |
| It was just upon the threshold of a private bar room door | K |
| And they coalised and entered straight away you may be sure | B |
| But of course they hadn t reckoned with a Secret Whisky Cure | B |
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| Jones he drank turned pale and gasping hurried out the back way quick | L |
| Where to his old chum s amazement he was violently sick | L |
| Then they interviewed the landlord but he swore the drink was pure | B |
| It was only the beginning of the Secret Whisky Cure | B |
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| For Jones couldn t stand the smell of even special whisky blends | M |
| And shunned bar rooms to the sorrow of his trusty drinking friends | M |
| And they wondered too what evil genius had chanced to lure | B |
| Him from paths of booze and friendship never dreaming of a Cure | B |
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| He had noticed too with terror that a something turned his feet | N |
| When a pub was near and swung him to the other side the street | N |
| Till he thought the devils had him and his person they d immure | B |
| In a lunatic asylum where there wasn t any Cure | B |
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| He consulted several doctors who were puzzled by the case | O |
| As they mostly are but never tell the patient to his face | O |
| Some advised him Try the Mountains for this malady obscure | B |
| But there wasn t one could diagnose a Secret Whisky Cure | B |
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| And his wife when he was sober Well she nagged him all the more | B |
| And he couldn t drown his sorrow in the pewter as of yore | B |
| So he shot himself at Manly and was sat upon by Woore | B |
| And found rest amongst the spirits from the Secret Whisky Cure | B |
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| And the moral well tis funny or tis woman s way with men | P |
| She s remarried to a publican who whacks her now and then | P |
| And they get on fairly happy he s a brute and he s a boor | B |
| But she s never tried her second with a Secret Whisky Cure | B |
Henry Lawson
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