The Squatter-s Daughter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CBCD EFEF GBGB HIJI KBKB LMLM NBNB OBOB PBPB QRQR SBTB BOUO VWVW XOXO YBYB ZBA2M

OUT in the west where runs are wideA
And days than ours are hotterB
Not very far from Lachlan SideA
There dwelt a wealthy squatterB
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Of old opinions he was fullC
An Englishman his sireB
Was hated long where peasants pullC
Their forelocks to the squireD
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He loved the good old British lawsE
And Royalty s regaliaF
And oft was heard to growl becauseE
They wouldn t fit AustraliaF
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This squatter had a lovely childG
An angel bright we thought herB
And all the stockmen rude and wildG
Adored the squatter s daughterB
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But on a bright eventful mornH
A swell of northern nationI
A lordling brought his languid yawnJ
And eyeglass to the stationI
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He coveted the squatter s wealthK
He saw the squatter s daughterB
And what is more than heart or healthK
His empty title bought herB
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And Yes the father made her sayL
In spite of tears and kissingM
But early on the wedding dayL
The station found her missingM
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And madder still the squatter grewN
And madder still the loverB
When by and by a missing tooN
A stockman they discoverB
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Then on the squatter s brow the frownO
Went blacker still and blackerB
He sent a man to bring from townO
A trooper and a trackerB
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The dusty rascal saw the trailP
He never saw it plainerB
The reason why he came to failP
Will take a shrewd explainerB
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A day and night the party loseQ
The track the tracker parriedR
And then a stockman brought the newsQ
The runaways were marriedR
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The squatter swore that he d forgiveS
Perhaps when he forgot herB
But he d disown her while he d liveT
And while they called him squatterB
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But as the empty months went o erB
To ease his heart s vexationO
He brought his bold young son in lawU
To manage stock and stationO
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And glad was he that he forgaveV
Because a something had heW
To keep his gray hairs from the graveV
And call him Dear Grand DaddyW
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To Democratic victoriesX
In after years he d listenO
And strange to say to things like theseX
His aged eyes would glistenO
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The lordling took another girlY
Not quite of his desireB
And went to where the farmers twirlY
Their forelocks to the squireB
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Now often to the station comesZ
An old and wrinkled trackerB
They cheer his heart with plenty rumA2
And plenty pheller baccaM

Henry Lawson



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