Poet Henry Lawson

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When The Ladies Come To The Shearing Shed Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDCEC FGHGGFIF JKGKFLFL FFMFNONO FPFQRFRF GSGSTGTG UVUVWCWC

The ladies are coming the super saysA
To the shearers sweltering thereB
And the ladies means in the shearing shedC
Don t cut em too bad Don t swearB
The ghost of a pause in the shed s rough heartD
And lower is bowed each headC
And nothing is heard save a whispered wordE
And the roar of the shearing shedC
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The tall shy rouser has lost his witsF
And his limbs are all astrayG
He leaves a fleece on the shearing boardH
And his broom in the shearer s wayG
There s a curse in store for that jackarooG
As down by the wall he slantsF
And the ringer bends with his legs askewI
And wishes he d patched them pantsF
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They are girls from the city Our hearts rebelJ
As we squint at their dainty feetK
And they gush and say in a girly wayG
That the dear little lambs are sweetK
And Bill the ringer who d scorn the useF
Of a childish word like damnL
Would give a pound that his tongue were looseF
As he tackles a lively lambL
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Swift thoughts of homes in the coastal townsF
Or rivers and waving grassF
And a weight on our hearts that we cannot defineM
That comes as the ladies passF
But the rouser ventures a nervous digN
In the ribs of the next to himO
And Barcoo says to his pen mate TwigN
The style of the last un JimO
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Jim Moonlight gives her a careless glanceF
Then he catches his breath with painP
His strong hand shakes and the sunlights danceF
As he bends to his work againQ
But he s well disguised in a bristling beardR
Bronzed skin and his shearer s dressF
And whatever Jim Moonlight hoped or fearedR
Were hard for his mates to guessF
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Jim Moonlight wiping his broad white browG
Explains with a doleful smileS
A stitch in the side and he s all right nowG
But he leans on the beam awhileS
And gazes out in the blazing noonT
On the clearing brown and bareG
She has come and gone like a breath of JuneT
In December s heat and glareG
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The bushmen are big rough boys at the bestU
With hearts of a larger growthV
But they hide those hearts with a brutal jestU
And the pain with a reckless oathV
Though the Bills and Jims of the bush bard singW
Of their life loves lost or deadC
The love of a girl is a sacred thingW
Not voiced in a shearing shedC

Henry Lawson



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