Years After The War In Australia Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEE FFGGHHIIJJKKLLMMNN OOPPQQRR SSCCTTKKSSUUVVKK KKKKWWXXYYMMPPZZKK| The Big rough boys from the runs out back were first where the balls flew free | A |
| And yelled in the slang of the Outside Track By God it s a Christmas spree | A |
| It s not too rusty and Wool away stand clear of the blazing shoots | B |
| Sheep O Sheep O We ll cut out to day Look out for the boss s boots | B |
| What price the tally in camp to night What price the boys Out Back | C |
| Go it you tigers for Right or Might and the pride of the Outside Track | C |
| Needle and thread I have broke my comb Now ride you flour bags ride | D |
| Fight for your mates and the folk at home Here s for the Lachlan side | D |
| Those men of the West would sneer and scoff at the gates of hell ajar | E |
| And oft the sight of a head cut off was hailed by a yell for Tar | E |
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| I heard the push in the Red Redoubt irate at a luckless shot | F |
| Look out for the blooming shell look out Gor bli me but that s red hot | F |
| It s Bill the Slogger poor bloke he s done A chunk of the shell was his | G |
| I wish the beggar that fired that gun could get within reach of Liz | G |
| Those foreign gunners will give us rats but I wish it was Bill they missed | H |
| I d like to get at their bleeding hats with a rock in my something fist | H |
| Hold up Billy I ll stick to you they ve hit you under the belt | I |
| If we get the waddle I ll swag you through if the blazing mountains melt | I |
| You remember the night when the traps got me for stoushing a bleeding Chow | J |
| And you went for em proper and laid out three and I won t forget it now | J |
| And groaning and swearing the pug replied I m done they ve knocked me out | K |
| I d fight them all for a pound a side from the boss to the rouseabout | K |
| My nut is cracked and my legs is broke and it gives me worse than hell | L |
| I trained for a scrap with a twelve stone bloke and not with a bursting shell | L |
| You needn t mag for I knowed old chum I knowed old pal you d stick | M |
| But you can t hold out till the reg lars come and you d best be nowhere quick | M |
| They ve got a force and a gun ashore both of our wings is broke | N |
| They ll storm the ridge in a minute more and the best you can do is smoke | N |
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| And Jim exclaimed You can smoke you chaps but me Gor bli me no | O |
| The push that ran from the George street traps won t run from a foreign foe | O |
| I ll stick to the gun while she makes them sick and I ll stick to what s left of Bill | P |
| And they hiss through their blackened teeth We ll stick by the blazing flame we will | P |
| And long years after the war was past they told in the town and bush | Q |
| How the ridge of death to the bloody last was held by a Sydney push | Q |
| How they fought to the end in a sheet of flame how they fought with their rifle stocks | R |
| And earned in a nobler sense the name of their ancient weapons rocks | R |
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| In the western camps it was ever our boast when twas bad for the kangaroo | S |
| If the enemy s forces take the coast they must take the mountains too | S |
| They may force their way by the western line or round by a northern track | C |
| But they won t run short of a decent spree with the men who are left out back | C |
| When we burst the enemy s ironclads and won by a run of luck | T |
| We whooped as loudly as Nelson s lads when a French three decker struck | T |
| And when the enemy s troops prevailed the truth was never heard | K |
| We lied like heroes who never failed explaining how that occurred | K |
| You bushmen sneer in the old bush way at the new chum jackeroo | S |
| But cuffs n collers were out that day and they stuck to their posts like glue | S |
| I never believed that a dude could fight till a Johnny led us then | U |
| We buried his bits in the rear that night for the honour of George street men | U |
| And Jim the Ringer he fought he did The regiment nicknamed Jim | V |
| Old Heads a Caser and Heads a Quid but it never was tails with him | V |
| The way that he rode was a racing rhyme and the way that he finished grand | K |
| He backed the enemy every time and died in a hand to hand | K |
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| I ll never forget when the ringer and I were first in the Bush Brigade | K |
| With Warrego Bill from the Live till you Die in the last grand charge we made | K |
| And Billy died he was full of sand he said as I raised his head | K |
| I m full of love for my native land but a lot too full of lead | K |
| Tell em said Billy and tell old dad to look after the cattle pup | W |
| But his eyes grew bright though his voice was sad and he said as I held him up | W |
| I have been happy on western farms And once when I first went wrong | X |
| Around my neck were the trembling arms of the girl I d loved so long | X |
| Far out on the southern seas I ve sailed and ridden where brumbies roam | Y |
| And oft when all on the station failed I ve driven the outlaw home | Y |
| I ve spent a cheque in a day and night and I ve made a cheque as quick | M |
| I struck a nugget when times were tight and the stores had stopped our tick | M |
| I ve led the field on the old bay mare and I hear the cheering still | P |
| When mother and sister and she were there and the old man yelled for Bill | P |
| But save for her could I live my while again in the old bush way | Z |
| I d give it all for the last half mile in the race we rode to day | Z |
| And he passed away as the stars came out he died as old heroes die | K |
| I heard the sound of the distant rout and the Southern Cross was high | K |
Henry Lawson
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