Marsupial Bill: Part Second. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDCEFAGHGHIHAJBBGK LAMNONJNNNAGNPNQNABR BSNRABTUTVTAAGWLDAAA BXBNBAYZA2ZBZAGB2ZB2 NAC2B2AD2E2F2E2G2AAH 2I2GI2GI2ARJ2NJ2J2J2 ATJ2GJ2BGJ2AJ2J2J2J2 AJ2K2C2K2NAAL2J2BJ2J 2J2NJ2J2J2AM2K2NK2N2 K2ANO2P2AJ2AAJ2J2GJ2 BJ2J2J2GJ2GAGAAP2NJ2 NQ2NAR2B2J2B2J2B2AGJ 2SJ2S2J2ART2GT2NT2AW U2NV2NU2AHJ2WJ2GJ2GJ 2ANW2LW2J2W2ANX2J2Y2 GX2A | |
FAST flew the hours We may not tell | B |
Of William's weary quest | C |
How round the outskirts of the town | D |
He roamed like one possessed | C |
Nor with what guileful arts he plied | E |
The foreign interest | F |
A | |
Enough that at the appointed hour | G |
With backers at his back | H |
He faced the noble Bossaroo | G |
Still hypochondriac | H |
And introduced his witnesses | I |
A yellow and a black | H |
A | |
A placid eyed Mongolian | J |
From sandy Pechelee | B |
Who'd stimulate an inch of soil | B |
To do the work of three | G |
Or make a metamorphic rock | K |
Sprout into cabbagee | L |
A | |
A big buck nigger next who once | M |
Bowed down to stocks and stones | N |
For years digested captives formed | O |
The tissue of his bones | N |
But now he is an Anglican | J |
Who a live 'Bissop' owns | N |
Besides a gorgeous suit of slops | N |
And the proud name of Jones | N |
A | |
Slow rose the lordly Bossaroo | G |
And bade unveil their eyes | N |
And when those aliens gazed around | P |
On all that dread assize | N |
They howled in unison and made | Q |
Night hideous with their cries | N |
A | |
For Bill had lured them lyingly | B |
But why should we explain | R |
The whole thing was exceptional | B |
And can't occur again | S |
Besides to poke at mysteries | N |
Is wanton and profane | R |
A | |
With single will they turned on Bill | B |
And blazed his evil name | T |
With double tongue their charge they flung | U |
And swore unto the same | T |
With treble spite did both unite | V |
To spoil his little game | T |
A | |
'Me see him catchee kangaloo ' | A |
Deponed on oath Ah Chee | G |
'Me see him hi hst soolem dog | W |
No mind my cabbagee | L |
Me lose hap clown him knockee down | D |
Ten twenty lettucee ' | A |
A | |
'Massoopy Bill him wicked boy ' | A |
Deponed the South Sea swell | B |
'Two moon come Bissop preach in church | X |
Him loaf outside an' yell | B |
Me run him run me catch him say | N |
Tree scalp if you no tell | B |
A | |
So when the learned clerk had both | Y |
Their depositions read | Z |
The judge drew forth his judgment cap | A2 |
And put it on his head | Z |
And sentenced poor Marsupial Bill | B |
To hang till he was dead | Z |
A | |
'But since' so spake the Bossaroo | G |
'From evidence we know | B2 |
That many a scalped and gory head | Z |
This night through him lies low | B2 |
We'll scalp him first ' and all the house | N |
Nem con cried 'Be it so ' | A |
And as a sign and seal of doom | C2 |
Turned down the right thumb toe | B2 |
A | |
'With his own knife ' the Boss resumed | D2 |
'Ah Chee shall do the deed | E2 |
The gods poetic justice love | F2 |
And make the assassin bleed | E2 |
By his own proper instrument | G2 |
Mongolian proceed ' | A |
A | |
What followed next who gave the word | H2 |
For mate to link with mate | I2 |
Nor Bill nor Jones nor yet Ah Chee | G |
Can very clearly state | I2 |
But that 'twas a corroboree | G |
All three corroborate | I2 |
A | |
In vain poor William prayed in vain | R |
His suppliant knees he bowed | J2 |
And by a pile of sacred names | N |
For mercy cried aloud | J2 |
The point was at his occiput | J2 |
When lo from out the crowd | J2 |
A | |
Stepped forth a rare and radiant dame | T |
The Boss's pride and stay | J2 |
The dam of Boss arovitch | G |
Still young though somewhat gray | J2 |
An elegant marsupial | B |
Well mannered bien n e | G |
Stepped forth before them and remarked | J2 |
Seductively 'Belay ' | A |
Then kneeling by the judgment seat | J2 |
Thus sweetly said her say | J2 |
'Most Noble Grand have you forgot | J2 |
That this is Christmas Day | J2 |
A | |
'Beseech you bid that heathen hand | J2 |
Withhold the bloody knife | K2 |
Recall your fearful words of doom | C2 |
Nay turn not from your wife | K2 |
But give me as a Christmas Box | N |
The little captive's life ' | A |
A | |
Then quickly from his granite throne | L2 |
Down leaped the Noble Grand | J2 |
And kneeling kissed right courteously | B |
His royal lady's hand | J2 |
Then as he raised her up pronounced | J2 |
The joyful countermand | J2 |
Whereat the rest turned up their toes | N |
That Bill might understand | J2 |
The Congress willed his days should yet | J2 |
Be long upon the land | J2 |
A | |
Then raged the revelry anew | M2 |
With sound of drum and fife | K2 |
The Boss himself forgot his woes | N |
And danced as if for life | K2 |
While the old clerk forgot himself | N2 |
And kissed the Boss's wife | K2 |
A | |
And when there fell a weariness | N |
On all the panting throng | O2 |
And Bossaroo and ancient clerk | P2 |
Alike had nigh 'gone bong ' | A |
Amid a jaded pause was heard | J2 |
A call for 'Joey's Song ' | A |
A | |
And presently a little head | J2 |
As from a little nest | J2 |
Peeped o'er a snug maternal pouch | G |
And sang its little best | J2 |
The song is very rare and full | B |
Of antique interest | J2 |
'What does little Joey say | J2 |
In his pouch at peep of day | J2 |
Let me hop says little Joey | G |
Mother let me hop away | J2 |
Joey rest a little longer | G |
Till the little legs are stronger ' | A |
So he rests a little longer | G |
Then he gaily hops away ' | A |
A | |
He ceased the pre diluvian clerk | P2 |
Rose on his quivering shanks | N |
And with a well turned compliment | J2 |
Proposed a vote of thanks | N |
Just then a breathless picket broke | Q2 |
All gory through the ranks | N |
A | |
But ere his trembling tongue had time | R2 |
To tell his tale of woe | B2 |
And why thus grimly he disturbed | J2 |
The happy status quo | B2 |
With giant bound Bill's faithful hound | J2 |
Leaped madly on the foe | B2 |
A | |
Ah then and there was sudden scare | G |
The swiftest took the lead | J2 |
Ah there and then but oh the pen | S |
Is impotent indeed | J2 |
Oh would I had an artist man | S2 |
To show the Great Stampede | J2 |
A | |
What next befell may somewhat strain | R |
The limits of belief | T2 |
But where so many marvels are | G |
Why boggle at the chief | T2 |
'Twere shame if lack of faith should cause | N |
Our moral come to grief | T2 |
A | |
From all the flying ruck the dog | W |
Had singled out the Queen | U2 |
Another instant and the Boss | N |
A widower had been | V2 |
When that's a pithy saw that bids | N |
Expect the unforeseen | U2 |
A | |
BILL CALLED HIM OFF The dog drew back | H |
And on a boulder leant | J2 |
'Twas months ago and still that dog | W |
Is pondering the event | J2 |
And even to this very hour | G |
Can't fathom what it meant | J2 |
It was a thing so utterly | G |
Without a precedent | J2 |
A | |
But Bill the Chinaman and Jones | N |
The Queen and you and I | W2 |
We know the secret of the change | L |
We know the reason why | W2 |
And may I be allowed to add | J2 |
The moral hangs thereby | W2 |
A | |
But since nor boy nor man receives | N |
Advice without a pang | X2 |
And this narrator's muse has failed | J2 |
To catch the proper twang | Y2 |
The moral hanging plainly there | G |
Suppose we let it hang | X2 |
James Brunton Stephens
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