The Shearers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBBBCDCEFEFGCGC AHBHIJCH BCBCIKLK MNDNOBEB

No church bell rings them from the TrackA
No pulpit lights theirblindnessB
'Tis hardship drought and homelessnessB
That teach those Bushmen kindnessB
The mateship born in barren landsB
Of toil and thirst and dangerC
The camp fare for the wanderer setD
The first place to the strangerC
They do the best they can to dayE
Take no thought of the morrowF
Their way is not the old world wayE
They live to lend and borrowF
When shearing's done and cheques gone wrongG
They call it time to slitherC
They saddle up and say So longG
And ride the Lord knows whitherC
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And though he may be brown or blackA
Or wrong man there or right manH
The mate that's steadfast to his matesB
They call that man a white manH
They tramp in mateship side by sideI
The Protestant and RomanJ
They call no biped lord or sirC
And touch their hat to no manH
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They carry in their swags perhapsB
A portrait and a letterC
And maybe deep down in their heartsB
The hope of something betterC
Where lonely miles are long to rideI
And long hot days recurrentK
There's lots of time to think of menL
They might have been but weren'tK
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They turn their faces to the westM
And leave the world behind themN
Their drought dry graves are seldom setD
Where even mates can find themN
They know too little of the worldO
To rise to wealth or greatnessB
But in these lines I gladly payE
My tribute to their greatnessB

Henry Lawson



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Ryan hayhoe: Very emotional. I am very emotional to this
Dan TDM pewd: Beautiful work of art. If you ever come to New York I would love to meet you. 6.30pm?
 

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