Poet Henry Lawson

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The Way I Treated Father [a Bush Song] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDE FGFGHCHC IEIEFCFC JKJLMCNC DEDECCGC

I WORKED with father in the bushA
At splitting rails and palingsB
He never was unkind to meC
Although he had his failingsB
And now his grave is old and greenD
And now at times I m ratherE
Inclined to think twas very meanD
The way I treated fatherE
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The mother had for years been deadF
And Dad and I and StumpyG
Were living in a little shedF
What bushmen call a humpyG
And now I think when day beganH
And it was cold and chillyC
Twas mean to see a grey old manH
Get up and boil the billyC
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And though my lazy limbs were stiffI
And though twas winter weatherE
And though my eyes were shut as ifI
The lids were glued togetherE
I think twas mean to lie in bedF
I think that I was sillyC
Because I growled if father saidF
Git up and bile the billyC
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I didn t help the cooking muchJ
For I was always tiredK
Twas strange that I could eat with suchJ
An appetite as I hadL
But now I mind I never growledM
When father shouted WillieC
It s gittin on for dinnertimeN
Go home and bile the hillyC
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His grave is growing old and greenD
And things have altered ratherE
But still I think twas mighty meanD
The way I treated fatherE
He left a tidy sum to meC
But I d give all the moneyC
To hear him say Will you get upG
And bile the billy SonnyC

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