Up The Country Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFFGGHH I FFJJKK LLMMNNOO PPQQRR SSTTUUOO AABBAADD

I am back from up the country very sorry that I wentA
Seeking for the Southern poets' land whereon to pitch my tentA
I have lost a lot of idols which were broken on the trackB
Burnt a lot of fancy verses and I'm glad that I am backB
Further out may be the pleasant scenes of which our poets boastC
But I think the country's rather more inviting round the coastC
Anyway I'll stay at present at a boarding house in townD
Drinking beer and lemon squashes taking baths and cooling downD
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Sunny plains' Great Scott those burning wastes of barren soil and sandE
With their everlasting fences stretching out across the landE
Desolation where the crow is Desert where the eagle fliesF
Paddocks where the luny bullock starts and stares with reddened eyesF
Where in clouds of dust enveloped roasted bullock drivers creepG
Slowly past the sun dried shepherd dragged behind his crawling sheepG
Stunted peak of granite gleaming glaring like a molten massH
Turned from some infernal furnace on a plain devoid of grassH
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Miles and miles of thirsty gutters strings of muddy water holesI
In the place of shining rivers' walled by cliffs and forest boles '-
Barren ridges gullies ridges where the ever madd'ning fliesF
Fiercer than the plagues of Egypt swarm about your blighted eyesF
Bush where there is no horizon where the buried bushman seesJ
Nothing Nothing but the sameness of the ragged stunted treesJ
Lonely hut where drought's eternal suffocating atmosphereK
Where the God forgotten hatter dreams of city life and beerK
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Treacherous tracks that trap the stranger endless roads that gleam and glareL
Dark and evil looking gullies hiding secrets here and thereL
Dull dumb flats and stony rises where the toiling bullocks bakeM
And the sinister gohanna' and the lizard and the snakeM
Land of day and night no morning freshness and no afternoonN
When the great white sun in rising bringeth summer heat in JuneN
Dismal country for the exile when the shades begin to fallO
From the sad heart breaking sunset to the new chum worst of allO
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Dreary land in rainy weather with the endless clouds that driftP
O'er the bushman like a blanket that the Lord will never liftP
Dismal land when it is raining growl of floods and oh the wooshQ
Of the rain and wind together on the dark bed of the bushQ
Ghastly fires in lonely humpies where the granite rocks are piledR
In the rain swept wildernesses that are wildest of the wildR
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Land where gaunt and haggard women live alone and work like menS
Till their husbands gone a droving will return to them againS
Homes of men if home had ever such a God forgotten placeT
Where the wild selector's children fly before a stranger's faceT
Home of tragedy applauded by the dingoes' dismal yellU
Heaven of the shanty keeper fitting fiend for such a hellU
And the wallaroos and wombats and of course the curlew's callO
And the lone sundowner tramping ever onward through it allO
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I am back from up the country up the country where I wentA
Seeking for the Southern poets' land whereon to pitch my tentA
I have shattered many idols out along the dusty trackB
Burnt a lot of fancy verses and I'm glad that I am backB
I believe the Southern poets' dream will not be realisedA
Till the plains are irrigated and the land is humanisedA
I intend to stay at present as I said before in townD
Drinking beer and lemon squashes taking baths and cooling downD

Henry Lawson



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Looney Gooney: Henry Lawson did not like the bush!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :( in no likeee him
 

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