From The Gulf Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDE FFGGHHDD IJKKLLDK MMNNOODD PPQQRRDD SSTTMMDE

Store cattle from Nelanjie The mob goes feeding pastA
With half a mile of sandhill 'twixt the leaders and the lastA
The nags that move behind them are the good old Queensland stampB
Short backs and perfect shoulders that are priceless on a campB
And these are men that ride them broad cheated tanned and tallC
The bravest hearts amongst us and the lightest hands of allC
Oh let them wade in Wonga grass and taste the Wonga dewD
And let them spread those thousand head for we've been droving toolE
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Store cattle from Nelanjie By half a hundred townsF
By northern ranges rough and red by rolling open downsF
By stock routes brown and burnt and bare by floodwrapped river bendsG
They've hunted them from gate to gate the drover has no friendsG
But idly they may ride to day beneath the scorching sunH
And let the hungry bullocks try the grass on Wonga runH
No overseer will dog them here to see the cattle throughD
But they may spread their thousand head for we've been droving tooD
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Store cattle from Nelanjie They've a naked track to steerI
The stockyards at Wodonga are a long way down from hereJ
The creeks won't run till God knows when and half the holes are dryK
The tanks are few and far between and water's dear to buyK
There's plenty at the Brolga bore for all his stock and mineL
We'll pass him with a brave God speed across the Border LineL
And if he goes a five mile stage and loiters slowly throughD
We'll only think the more of him for we've been droving too IK
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Store cattle from Nelanjie They're mute as milkers nowM
But yonder grizzled drover with the care lines on his browM
Could tell of merry musters on the big Nelanjie plainsN
With blood upon the chestnut's flanks and foam upon the reinsN
Could tell of nights upon the road when those same mild eyed steersO
Went ringing round the river bend and through the scrub like spearsO
And if his words are rude and rough we know his words are trueD
We know what wild Nelanjies are and we've been droving tooD
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Store cattle from Nelanjie Around the fire at nightP
They've watched the pine tree shadows lift before the dancing lightP
They've lain awake to listen when the weird bushvoices speakQ
And heard the lilting bells go by along the empty creekQ
They've spun the yarns of hut and camp the tales of play and workR
The wondrous tales that gild the road from Normanton to BourkeR
They've told of fortunes foul and fair of women false and trueD
And well we know the songs they've sung for we've been droving tooD
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Store cattle from Nelanjie Their breath is on the breezeS
You hear them tread a thousand head in blue grass to the kneesS
The lead is on the netting fence the wings are spreading wideT
The lame and laggard scarcely move so slow the drovers rideT
But let them stay and feed to day for sake of Auld Lang SyneM
They'll never get a chance like this below the Border IodineM
And if they tread our frontage down what's that to me or youD
What's ours to fare by God they'll shared for we've been droving toolE

William Henry Ogilvie



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