The Women Of The Town Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCBB DDBB EEBB FFBB GGBB HIBB JJBB KKBB| It is up from out the alleys from the alleys dark and vile | A |
| It is up from out the alleys I have struggled for a while | A |
| Just to breathe the breath of Heaven ere my devil drags me down | B |
| And to sing a song of pity for the women of the town | B |
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| Johnnies in the private bar room weak and silly vain and blind | C |
| Even they would shrink and shudder if they knew the hell behind | C |
| And the meanest wouldn t grumble when he s bilked of half a crown | B |
| If he knew as much as I do of the women of the town | B |
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| For I see the end too plainly of the golden headed star | D |
| Who is smiling like an angel in the gilded private bar | D |
| Drifting to the third rate houses drifting sinking lower down | B |
| Till she raves in some foul parlour with the women of the town | B |
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| To the dingy beer stained parlour all day long the outcasts come | E |
| Draggled dirty bleared repulsive shameless aye and rotten some | E |
| They have sold their bodies and would sell their souls for drink to drown | B |
| Memories of wrong that haunt them haunt the women of the town | B |
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| I have seen the haunting terror of the horrors in their eyes | F |
| Heard them cry to Christ to help them as the mansoul never cries | F |
| While the smirking landlord listened with a grin or with a frown | B |
| Oh they suffer hell in drinking do the women of the town | B |
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| I have known too well God help me to what depths a man can sink | G |
| Sacrificing wife and children fame and honour all for drink | G |
| Deeper deeper sink the women for the veriest drunken clown | B |
| Has his feet upon the shoulders of the women of the town | B |
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| There s a heavy cloud that s lying on my spirit like a pall | H |
| Tis the horror and injustice and the hopelessness of all | I |
| There s the love of one for ever that no sea of sin can drown | B |
| And she loves a brute God help her does the woman of the town | B |
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| O my sisters O my sisters I am powerless to aid | J |
| Tis a world of prostitution it is business it is trade | J |
| And they profit from the brewer and the smirking landlord down | B |
| To the bully and the bludger on the women of the town | B |
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| Oh the heart of one great poet called to heaven in a line | K |
| Crying Mary pity women You have whiter souls than mine | K |
| And if in the grand Hereafter there is one shall wear a crown | B |
| For the hell that men made for her tis the Woman of the Town | B |
Henry Lawson
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