The Shanty On The Rise Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAABB CCDDBB AAAABB BBEEBB CCFFBB GGBBBB A BB AAAABB HHFFBB CCIIBBWhen the caravans of wool teams climbed the ranges from the West | A |
On a spur among the mountains stood The Bullock drivers' Rest' | A |
It was built of bark and saplings and was rather rough inside | A |
But 'twas good enough for bushmen in the careless days that died | A |
Just a quiet little shanty kept by Something in Disguise' | B |
As the bushmen called the landlord of the Shanty on the Rise | B |
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City swells who do the Royal' would have called the Shanty low | C |
But 'twas better far and purer than some toney pubs I know | C |
For the patrons of the Shanty had the principles of men | D |
And the spieler if he struck it wasn't welcome there again | D |
You could smoke and drink in quiet yarn or else soliloquise | B |
With a decent lot of fellows in the Shanty on the Rise | B |
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'Twas the bullock driver's haven when his team was on the road | A |
And the waggon wheels were groaning as they ploughed beneath the load | A |
And I mind how weary teamsters struggled on while it was light | A |
Just to camp within a cooey of the Shanty for the night | A |
And I think the very bullocks raised their heads and fixed their eyes | B |
On the candle in the window of the Shanty on the Rise | B |
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And the bullock bells were clanking from the marshes on the flats | B |
As we hurried to the Shanty where we hung our dripping hats | B |
And we took a drop of something that was brought at our desire | E |
As we stood with steaming moleskins in the kitchen by the fire | E |
Oh it roared upon a fireplace of the good old fashioned size | B |
When the rain came down the chimney of the Shanty on the Rise | B |
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They got up a Christmas party in the Shanty long ago | C |
While I camped with Jimmy Nowlett on the riverbank below | C |
Poor old Jim was in his glory they'd elected him M C | F |
For there wasn't such another raving lunatic as he | F |
Mr Nowlett Mr Swaller ' shouted Something in Disguise | B |
As we walked into the parlour of the Shanty on the Rise | B |
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There is little real pleasure in the city where I am | G |
There's a swarry round the corner with its mockery and sham | G |
But a fellow can be happy when around the room he whirls | B |
In a party up the country with the jolly country girls | B |
Why at times I almost fancied I was dancing on the skies | B |
When I danced with Mary Carey in the Shanty on the Rise | B |
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Jimmy came to me and whispered and I muttered Go along ' | - |
But he shouted Mr Swaller will oblige us with a song ' | - |
And at first I said I wouldn't and I shammed a little too | A |
Till the girls began to whisper Mr Swallow now ah DO ' | - |
So I sang a song of something 'bout the love that never dies | B |
And the chorus shook the rafters of the Shanty on the Rise | B |
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Jimmy burst his concertina and the bullock drivers went | A |
For the corpse of Joe the Fiddler who was sleeping in his tent | A |
Joe was tired and had lumbago and he wouldn't come he said | A |
But the case was very urgent so they pulled him out of bed | A |
And they fetched him for the bushmen knew that Something in Disguise | B |
Had a cure for Joe's lumbago in the Shanty on the Rise | B |
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Jim and I were rather quiet while escorting Mary home | H |
'Neath the stars that hung in clusters near and distant from the dome | H |
And we walked so very silent being lost in reverie | F |
That we heard the settlers' matches rustle softly on the tree | F |
And I wondered who would win her when she said her sweet good byes | B |
But she died at one and twenty and was buried on the Rise | B |
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I suppose the Shanty vanished from the ranges long ago | C |
And the girls are mostly married to the chaps I used to know | C |
My old chums are in the distance some have crossed the border line | I |
But in fancy still their glasses chink against the rim of mine | I |
And upon the very centre of the greenest spot that lies | B |
In my fondest recollection stands the Shanty on the Rise | B |
Henry Lawson
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