The Squatter, Three Cornstalks, And The Well Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB D EFEF G GHGH G IJIJ G FIFI G IHIH G KLKL G HMHD G NONP G HFHF G QRSR G DRDR G TBTG G UVJVJ D

There was a Squatter in the landA
So runs the truthful tale I tellB
There also were three cornstalks andC
There also was the Squatter s WellB
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Singing slowly Sin and sorrer sin and sor rer sin and sor r r rerD
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The Squatter he was full of pluckE
The Cornstalks they were full of sinF
The well it was half full of muckE
That many rains had drifted inF
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Singing with increased feeling Sin cG
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The Squatter hired the Cornstalks ThreeG
To cleanse the well of mud and clayH
And so they started willing leeG
At five and twenty bob a dayH
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Singing apprehensively Sin cG
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At five and twenty bob the lotI
That s eight and four the day would bringJ
To each and so they thought they d gotI
A rather soft and easy thingJ
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Singing sadly Sin cG
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The Cornstalks cleaned the well withinF
A day or two or thereaboutI
And then they worked an awful sinF
A scheme to make the job last outI
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Singing reproachfully Sin and sorrer cG
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For when the well was cleaned out quiteI
Of all its logs and muck and clayH
They tipped a drayload down at nightI
And worked to haul it up next dayH
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Singing dismally Sin cG
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But first the eldest christened HodgeK
He greased the dray wheel axles soL
The super wouldn t smell the dodgeK
And couldn t let the Squatter knowL
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Singing hopelessly Sin and sorrer cG
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The stuff they surfaced out each dayH
With some surprise the Squatter sawM
He never dreamt the sand and clayH
Was three miles off the night beforeD
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Singing mournfully Sin and sorrer cG
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But he got something in his eyeN
It wasn t green that s very plainO
He said the well was rather dryN
And they could fill it up againP
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Singing mournfully and dismally Sin and sorrer cG
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The Cornstalks went to work next dayH
In hope of course of extra tinF
The Squatter watched and sad to sayH
The mullock wouldn t all go inF
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Singing with great pathos Sin and sorrer cG
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And though the Cornstalks twigged the ruseQ
Whereby the boss had done em brownR
They argued that the clay was looseS
And wanted time to settle downR
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Singing hopelessly Sin and sorrer cG
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The boss began to rave and tearD
And yelled with a most awful frownR
I will not settle up I swearD
Till that there clay is settled downR
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Singing hopefully Sin cG
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Before my cheques yer Il pocket boysT
Yer ll put a mountain in a wellB
The Cornstalks didn t make a noiseT
They only murmured sadlyG
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Singing triumphantly Sin and sorrer cG
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MORALU
There is a moral to my rhymeV
A moral to the dirge I singJ
That when you do go in for crimeV
You mustn t overdoo the thingJ
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Singing more dismally than ever Sin and sorrer s i n and sor r r r rerD

Henry Lawson



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