Harry Morant Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCE FGFG HIHI JKJK LMLM NJNJ OPOP QKQK RSRS TUTV WXWX YZA2Z B2C2B2C2 D2ME2M OKOK

Harry Morant was a friend I hadA
In the years long passed awayB
A chivalrous wild and reckless ladA
A knight born out of his dayB
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Full of romance and void of fearsC
With a love of the world s applauseD
He should have been one of the cavaliersC
Who fought in King Charles s causeE
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He loved a girl and he loved a horseF
And he never let down a friendG
And reckless he was but he rode his courseF
With courage up to the endG
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Breaker Morant was the name he earnedH
For no bucking horse could throwI
This Englishman who had lived and learnedH
As much as the bushmen knowI
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Many a mile have we crossed togetherJ
Out where the great plains lieK
To the clink of bit and the creak of leatherJ
Harry Morant and IK
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Time and again we would challenge FateL
With some wild and reckless dareM
Shoving some green colt over a gateL
As though with a neck to spareM
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At times in a wilder mood than mostN
We would face them at naked wireJ
Trusting the sight of a gidyea postN
Would lift them a half foot higherJ
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And once we galloped a steeplechaseO
For a bet twas a short half mileP
While one jump only the stiffest placeO
In a fence of the old bush styleP
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A barrier built of blue gum railsQ
As thick as a big man s thighK
And mortised into the posts no nailsQ
Unbreakable four foot highK
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Since both our horses were young and greenR
And had never jumped or racedS
Were we men who had tired of this earthly sceneR
We could scarce have been better placedS
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Off cried The Breaker and off we wentT
And he stole a length of leadU
Over the neck of the grey I bentT
And we charged the fence full speedV
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The brown horse slowed and tried to swerveW
But his rider with master handX
And flaming courage and iron nerveW
Made him lift and leap and landX
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He rapped it hard with every footY
And was nearly down on his noseZ
Then I spurred the grey and followed suitA2
And praise to the gods he roseZ
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He carried a splinter with both his kneesB2
And a hind leg left some skinC2
But we caught them up at the wilga treesB2
Sitting down for the short run inC2
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They grey was game and he carried onD2
But the brown had a bit to spareM
The post was passed my pound was goneE2
And a laugh was all my shareM
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The Breaker is sleeping in some far placeO
Where the Boer War heroes lieK
And we ll meet no more in a steeplechaseO
Harry Morant and IK

William Henry Ogilvie



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