The Soldier Birds Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFEGHIHJKLK MNONPQRQ STUTVWXW YZA2ZZCB2C C2D2E2D2F2G2A2G2 UH2I2H2BD2GD2 J2K2L2M2D2G2N2G2 O2P2Q2P2Q2R2M2R2 I2S2ZS2I2T2TT2 M2CU2CV2W2PW2 X2Y2X2Y2Z2A3B3B2 LC3ZC3LCPCI 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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