The Squatter's Baccy Famine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDDCEFEF GHGHIFFIEFEF JEJEKEEKEFEF LMLMNE ENEFEF FEFENOOFEFEFIn blackest gloom he cursed his lot | A |
His breath was one long weary sigh | B |
His brows were gathered in a knot | A |
That only baccy could untie | B |
His oldest pipe was scraped out clean | C |
The deuce a puff was left him there | D |
A hollow sucking sound of air | D |
Was all he got his lips between | C |
He only said My life is dreary | E |
The Baccy's done he said | F |
He said I am aweary aweary | E |
By Jove I'm nearly dead | F |
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The chimney piece he searched in vain | G |
Into each pocket plunged his fist | H |
His cheek was blanched with weary pain | G |
His mouth awry for want of twist | H |
He idled with his baccy knife | I |
He had no care for daily bread | F |
A single stick of Negro head | F |
Would be to him the staff of life | I |
He only said My life is dreary | E |
The Baccy's done he said | F |
He said I am aweary aweary | E |
I'd most as soon be dead | F |
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Books had no power to mend his grief | J |
The magazines could tempt no more | E |
Cut Gold Leaf was the only leaf | J |
That he had cared to ponder o'er | E |
From chair to sofa sad he swings | K |
And then from sofa back to chair | E |
But in the depth of his despair | E |
Can catch no bird's eye view of things | K |
And still he said My life is dreary | E |
No Baccy boys he said | F |
He said I am aweary aweary | E |
I'd just as soon be dead | F |
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His meals go by he knows not how | L |
No taste in flesh or fowl or fish | M |
There's not a dish could tempt him now | L |
Except a cake of Caven dish | M |
His life is but a weary drag | N |
He cannot choose but curse and swear | E |
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And thrust his fingers through his hair | E |
All shaggy in the want of shag | N |
And still he said My life is dreary | E |
No Baccy boys he said | F |
He said I am aweary aweary | E |
I'd rather far be dead | F |
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To him one end of old cheroot | F |
Were sweetest root that ever grew | E |
No honey were due substitute | F |
For Our Superior Honey Dew | E |
One little fig of Latakia | N |
Would buy all fruits of Paradise | O |
Prince Alfred's Mixture fetch a price | O |
Above both Prince and Galatea | F |
Sudden he said No more be dreary | E |
The dray has come he said | F |
He said I'll smoke till I am weary | E |
And then I'll go to bed | F |
James Brunton Stephens
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