O'toole And Mcsharry Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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In the valley of the Lachlan where the perfume from the pinesA
Fills the glowing summer air like incense spreadingB
Where the silent flowing river like a bar of silver shinesA
When the winter moon it pallid beams is sheddingB
In a hut on a selection near a still and silent poolC
Lived two mates who used to shear and fence and carryD
The one was known near and far as Dandy Dan O'TooleC
And the other as Cornelius McSharryD
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And they'd share each other's blankets and each other's horses rideE
And go off together shearing in the summerD
They would canter on from sunrise to the gloaming side by sideE
While McSharry rode the Barb and Dan the DrummerD
And the boys along the Lachlan recognised it as a ruleC
From Eugowra to the plains of WanandarryD
That if ever love was stronger than McSharry's for O'TooleC
'Twas the love O'Toole extended to McSharryD
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And their love might have continued and been constant to the endF
And they might have still been affable and jollyD
But they halted at a shanty where the river takes a bendF
And were waited on by Doolan's daughter PollyD
Now this pretty Polly Doolan was so natty neat and coolC
And so pleasant that they both agreed to tarryD
For she winked her dexter eyelid at susceptible O'TooleC
While she slyly winked the other at McSharryD
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So they drank her health in bumpers till the rising of the moonG
And she had them both in bondage so completelyD
That each time they talked of going she said quot Must you go so soon quotF
And they couldn't go she smiled at them so sweetlyD
Dan O'Toole grew sentimental and McSharry played the foolC
Though they each had sworn an oath they'd never marryD
Yet the self same dart from Cupid's bow that vanquished Dan O'TooleC
Had gone through the heart of honest Con McSharryD
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Then McSharry thought if Dandy Dan got drunk and went to bedF
He McSharry could indulge his little follyD
And Dan thought if McSharry once in drunken sleep lay spreadF
He could have a little flirt with pretty PollyD
So they kept the bottle going till they both were pretty fullH
And yet each rival seemed inclined to tarryD
The precise amount of pain killer it took to fill O'TooleC
Was required to close the optics of McSharryD
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So the rivals lost their tempers and they called each other namesI
And disturbed the Doolan children from their pillowsJ
And when Doolan came and told them that he wouldn't have such gamesI
They must go and fight it out beneath the willowsJ
So they went beneath the willows near a deep and shady poolC
With as much inside as each of them could carryD
And McSharry started thumping the proboscis of O'TooleC
And O'Toole retaliated on McSharryD
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And they fought till they were winded and yet neither had the bestF
Though from each of them the blood was freely flowingB
And they paused at last to breathe awhile and take a moment's restF
But O'Toole's two eyes with rage were fairly glowingB
Then without a moment's warning he charged forward like a bullH
And before poor Con had time to run or parryD
With a terrible momentum the big head of Dan O'TooleC
Went bump into the stomach of McSharryD
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And when the force of the concussion laid McSharry out quite stillK
With his feet above his head among the bushesL
While O'Toole with the momentum cannoned madly down the hillK
And fell plump in the lagoon among the rushesL
Like a weedy river god he climbed the far side of the poolC
And he did not for one single moment tarryD
For the curse of Cain was in the brain of Dandy Dan O'TooleC
Who felt certain he had settled poor McSharryD
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Now while Dan O'Toole was stealing through the still and silent nightF
And his aching brain with pain killer was throbbingB
McSharry lay and listened till his heart stood still with frightF
And he eased his guilty soul with silent sobbingB
For he heard his boon companion falling headlong in the poolC
And he thought he was as dead as poor old HarryD
And McSharry mourned the drowning of poor Dandy Dan O'TooleC
While O'Toole was sadly weeping for McSharryD
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And the valley of the Lachlan never more will know the menM
That were once so loving frolicsome and friskyD
For OToole cleared out to Queensland and was never seen againM
While McSharry started south and took to whiskyD
And McSharry in his nightmare often sees that fatal poolC
And the pricks of guilty conscience tries to parryD
While away among the back blocks wanders Dandy Dan O'TooleC
Always flying from the ghost of Con McSharryD

Thomas E. Spencer



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