The Dukite Snake Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFF GGHHIJKL MNOOPPJIQQRSTTJIQQGG RRUUVVWWXYYZZA2A2B2B 2C2C2D2D2E2FF2F2CCYY G2G2 PPWWH2H2I2I2 J2J2K2L2M2M2UUN2N2O2 O2 P2P2G2G2GGG2G2SSQ2Q2 EER2R2BB S2S2S2EEBBB PRGGVVVV IJGGVVV VVV VVVVVGGGGVVV VVVT2AT2VVA VVVVVVVVG2G2VV BBVVGGBBVGWell mate you ve asked about a fellow | A |
You met to day in a black and yellow | A |
Chain gang suit with a peddler s pack | B |
Or with some such burden strapped to his back | B |
Did you meet him square No passed you by | C |
Well if you had and had looked in his eye | C |
You d have felt for your irons then and there | D |
For the light in his eye is a madman s glare | D |
Ay mad poor fellow I know him well | E |
And if you re not sleepy just yet I ll tell | E |
His story a strange one as ever you heard | F |
Or read but I ll vouch for it every word | F |
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You just wait a minute mate I must see | G |
How that damper s doing and make some tea | G |
You smoke That s good for there s plenty of weed | H |
In that wallaby skin Does your horse feed | H |
In the hobbles Well he s got good feed here | I |
And my own old bush mare won t interfere | J |
Done with that meat Throw it there to the dogs | K |
And fling on a couple of banksia logs | L |
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And now for the story That man who goes | M |
Through the bush with the pack and the convict s clothes | N |
Has been mad for years but he does no harm | O |
And our lonely settlers feel no alarm | O |
When they see or meet him Poor Dave Sloane | P |
Was a settler once and a friend of my own | P |
Some eight years back in the spring of the year | J |
Dave came from Scotland and settled here | I |
A splendid young fellow he was just then | Q |
And one of the bravest and truest men | Q |
That I ever met he was kind as a woman | R |
To all who needed a friend and no man | S |
Not even a convict met with his scorn | T |
For David Sloane was a gentleman born | T |
Ay friend a gentleman though it sounds queer | J |
There s plenty of blue blood flowing out here | I |
And some younger sons of your upper ten | Q |
Can be met with here first rate bushmen | Q |
Why friend I Bah curse that dog you see | G |
This talking so much has affected me | G |
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Well Sloane came here with an axe and a gun | R |
He bought four miles of a sandal wood run | R |
This bush at that time was a lonesome place | U |
So lonesome the sight of a white man s face | U |
Was a blessing unless it came at night | V |
And peered in your hut with the cunning fright | V |
Of a runaway convict and even they | W |
Were welcome for talk s sake while they could stay | W |
Dave lived with me here for a while and learned | X |
The tricks of the bush how the snare was laid | Y |
In the wallaby track how traps were made | Y |
How possums and kangaroo rats were killed | Z |
And when that was learned I helped him to build | Z |
From mahogany slabs a good bush hut | A2 |
And showed him how sandal wood logs were cut | A2 |
I lived up there with him days and days | B2 |
For I loved the lad for his honest ways | B2 |
I had only one fault to find at first | C2 |
Dave worked too hard for a lad who was nursed | C2 |
As he was in idleness it was strange | D2 |
How he cleared that sandal wood off his range | D2 |
From the morning light till the light expired | E2 |
He was always working he never tired | F |
Till at length I began to think his will | F2 |
Was too much settled on wealth and still | F2 |
When I looked at the lad s brown face and eye | C |
Clear open my heart gave such thought the lie | C |
But one day for he read my mind he laid | Y |
His hand on my shoulder Don t be afraid | Y |
Said he that I m seeking alone for pelf | G2 |
I work hard friend but tis not for myself | G2 |
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And he told me then in his quiet tone | P |
Of a girl in Scotland who was his own | P |
His wife twas for her twas all he could say | W |
And his clear eye brimmed as he turned away | W |
After that he told me the simple tale | H2 |
They had married for love and she was to sail | H2 |
For Australia when he wrote home and told | I2 |
The oft watched for story of finding gold | I2 |
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In a year he wrote and his news was good | J2 |
He had bought some cattle and sold his wood | J2 |
He said Darling I ve only a hut but come | K2 |
Friend a husband s heart is a true wife s home | L2 |
And he knew she d come Then he turned his hand | M2 |
To make neat the house and prepare the land | M2 |
For his crops and vines and he made that place | U |
Put on such a smiling and homelike face | U |
That when she came and he showed her round | N2 |
His sandal wood and his crops in the ground | N2 |
And spoke of the future they cried for joy | O2 |
The husband s arm clasping his wife and boy | O2 |
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Well friend if a little of heaven s best bliss | P2 |
Ever comes from the upper world to this | P2 |
It came into that manly bushman s life | G2 |
And circled him round with the arms of his wife | G2 |
God bless that bright memory Even to me | G |
A rough lonely man did she seem to be | G |
While living an angel of God s pure love | G2 |
And now I could pray to her face above | G2 |
And David he loved her as only a man | S |
With a heart as large as was his heart can | S |
I wondered how they could have lived apart | Q2 |
For he was her idol and she his heart | Q2 |
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Friend there isn t much more of the tale to tell | E |
I was talking of angels awhile since Well | E |
Now I ll change to a devil ay to a devil | R2 |
You needn t start if a spirit of evil | R2 |
Ever came to this world its hate to slake | B |
One mankind it came as a Dukite Snake | B |
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Like Like the pictures you ve seen of Sin | S2 |
A long red snake as if what was within | S2 |
Was fire that gleamed through his glistening skin | S2 |
And his eyes if you could go down to hell | E |
And come back to your fellows here and tell | E |
What the fire was like you could find no thing | B |
Here below on the earth or up in the sky | B |
To compare it to but a Dukite s eye | B |
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Now mark you these Dukites don t go alone | P |
There s another near when you see but one | R |
And beware you of killing that one you see | G |
Without finding the other for you may be | G |
More than twenty miles from the spot that night | V |
When camped but you re tracked by the lone Dukite | V |
That will follow your trail like Death or Fate | V |
And kill you as sure as you killed its mate | V |
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Well poor Dave Sloane had his young wife here | I |
Three months twas just this time of the year | J |
He had teamed some sandal wood to the Vasse | G |
And was homeward bound when he saw in the grass | G |
A long red snake he had never been told | V |
Of the Dukite s ways he jumped to the road | V |
And smashed its flat head with the bullock goad | V |
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He was proud of the red skin so he tied | V |
Its tail to the cart and the snake s blood dyed | V |
The bush on the path he followed that night | V |
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He was early home and the dead Dukite | V |
Was flung at the door to be skinned next day | V |
At sunrise next morning he started away | V |
To hunt up his cattle A three hours ride | V |
Brought him back he gazed on his home with pride | V |
And joy in his heart he jumped from his horse | G |
And entered to look on his young wife s corse | G |
And his dead child clutching his mother s clothes | G |
As in fright and there as he gazed arose | G |
From her breast where twas resting the gleaming head | V |
Of the terrible Dukite as if it said | V |
I ve had vengeance my foe you took all I had | V |
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And so had the snake David Sloane was mad | V |
I rode to his hut just by chance that night | V |
And there on the threshold the clear moonlight | V |
Showed the two snakes dead I pushed in the door | T2 |
With an awful feeling of coming woe | A |
The dead was stretched on the moonlit floor | T2 |
The man held the hand of his wife his pride | V |
His poor life s treasure and crouched by her side | V |
O God I sank with the weight of the blow | A |
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I touched and called him he heeded me not | V |
So I dug her grave in a quiet spot | V |
And lifted them both her boy on her breast | V |
And laid them down in the shade to rest | V |
Then I tried to take my poor friend away | V |
But he cried so woefully Let me stay | V |
Till she comes again that I had no heart | V |
To try to persuade him then to part | V |
From all that was left to him here her grave | G2 |
So I stayed by his side that night and save | G2 |
One heart cutting cry he uttered no sound | V |
O God that wail like the wail of a hound | V |
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Tis six long years since I heard that cry | B |
But twill ring in my ears till the day I die | B |
Since that fearful night no one has heard | V |
Poor David Sloane utter sound or word | V |
You have seen to day how he always goes | G |
He s been given that suit of convict s clothes | G |
By some prison officer On his back | B |
You noticed a load like a peddler s pack | B |
Well that s what he lives for when reason went | V |
Still memory | G |
John Boyle O'reilly
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