The Soldier Birds Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFEGHIHJKLK MNONPQRQ STUTVWXW YZA2ZZCB2C C2D2E2D2F2G2A2G2 UH2I2H2BD2GD2 J2K2L2M2D2G2N2G2 O2P2Q2P2Q2R2M2R2 I2S2ZS2I2T2TT2 M2CU2CV2W2PW2 X2Y2X2Y2Z2A3B3B2 LC3ZC3LCPC| I mind the river from Mount Frome | A |
| To Ballanshantie s Bridge | B |
| The Mudgee Hills and Buckaroo | C |
| Lowe s Peak and Granite Ridge | B |
| The tailers in the creek beneath | D |
| The rugged she oak boles | E |
| The river cod where shallows linked | F |
| The willowed water holes | E |
| I mind the blacksoil river flats | G |
| The red soil levels too | H |
| The sidings where below the scrub | I |
| The golden wattles grew | H |
| The track that ran by Tierney s Gap | J |
| The dusk and ghost alarms | K |
| The glorious morning on the hills | L |
| And all the German farms | K |
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| I mind the blue grey gully bush | M |
| The slab and shingle school | N |
| The soldier birds that picked the crumbs | O |
| Beneath the infants stool | N |
| Ah did those little soldier birds | P |
| That whispered ever know | Q |
| That one of us should rise so high | R |
| And sadly sink so low | Q |
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| I mind the lessons that we droned | S |
| In books from Irish schools | T |
| The canings and the keepings in | U |
| For breaking bounds and rules | T |
| Ah little did the teacher dream | V |
| That one of us perchance | W |
| Might write in London to be read | X |
| In Germany and France | W |
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| I mind the days we played at camp | Y |
| With billy can and swag | Z |
| I mind the notes sent home by girls | A2 |
| When someone played the wag | Z |
| Ah little did the master think | Z |
| Who d lost the roving star | C |
| What truants in their after years | B2 |
| Would play the wag so far | C |
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| I mind when first he gave to me | C2 |
| A pen and ink to write | D2 |
| And last the Fourth Class Forms he made | E2 |
| I shared with Lucy White | D2 |
| The other boys were other boys | F2 |
| With cricket ball and bat | G2 |
| They had a fine contempt for girls | A2 |
| But they got over that | G2 |
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| The rounders where the girls came in | U |
| The Tomboy and the rest | H2 |
| The earnest game of Pris ners Base | I2 |
| The game that I liked best | H2 |
| The kangarooing on the ridge | B |
| And in the brown moonlight | D2 |
| The possuming across the flats | G |
| With dogs and gun at night | D2 |
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| The specking in old diggers heaps | J2 |
| For colours after rain | K2 |
| The horse shoes saved against the time | L2 |
| The circus came again | M2 |
| And sold to Jimmy Siver right | D2 |
| The blacksmith on the flat | G2 |
| The five corners the swimming hole | N2 |
| Oh I remember that | G2 |
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| I mind the holland dinner bags | O2 |
| A book bag of green baize | P2 |
| The bread and dripping bread and meat | Q2 |
| And bread and treacle days | P2 |
| The bread and butter swopped for meat | Q2 |
| The crumb we swopped for crust | R2 |
| We ve married and divorced since then | M2 |
| And most old homes are dust | R2 |
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| It was the time it was the place | I2 |
| Australia s hardest page | S2 |
| When boys were cast for farming work | Z |
| At fourteen years of age | S2 |
| It was the time it was the place | I2 |
| The latter Early Day | T2 |
| When boys ride home from old bark schools | T |
| And to the world away | T2 |
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| I ve drifted through Port Said since then | M2 |
| Naples and Leicester Square | C |
| And Collins and Macquarie Streets | U2 |
| I know the secrets there | C |
| Ah me The country boy and girl | V2 |
| The country lass and lad | W2 |
| As innocent as soldier birds | P |
| Though we thought we were bad | W2 |
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| But spite of all their daring truth | X2 |
| And some work that shall last | Y2 |
| The bitter years of my brave youth | X2 |
| Are better in the past | Y2 |
| This does not call for bitterness | Z2 |
| Nor does it call for tears | A3 |
| The purest little thing perhaps | B3 |
| I ve printed here for years | B2 |
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| The railway runs by Mudgee Hills | L |
| Old farms are lost or lone | C3 |
| And children s children sadly go | Z |
| To schools of brick and stone | C3 |
| Yet are the same The Mudgee Hills | L |
| And Mudgee skies as fair | C |
| And the little grey clad soldier birds | P |
| Are just as busy there | C |
Henry Lawson
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