His Epitaph Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEE DDFFGGHHEE IIHHJJKKEE| On a little old bush racecourse at the back of No Man s Land | A |
| Where the mulgas mark the furlongs and a dead log marks the stand | A |
| There s a square of painted railings showing white against the loam | B |
| Where they fight for inside running as they round the bend for home | B |
| Just a lonely grave and graveyard that are left to Nature s care | C |
| For the wild bush flowers that brighten it were never planted there | C |
| No monument or marble that will speak his praise or blame | D |
| No verse to tell his story and no mark to prove his name | D |
| But carved upon the white rail that is weather worn and thin | E |
| Is the simple roug hewn legend HE ALWAS ROD TO WIN | E |
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| Some poor uncared for jockey boy who never earned a name | D |
| It s the boys who ride to orders who can find the road to Fame | D |
| And the flowers and marble head stones and the wealth of gear and gold | F |
| Are the prizes of the riders who will stop them when they re told | F |
| Just a whisper at the saddling He s the only danger Dan | G |
| That s the boy will try to beat you stop him any way you can | G |
| Just a crowding at the corner and a crossing in the straight | H |
| And a plucky little horseman who is pulling out too late | H |
| A heavy fall a horse is loose and a lightweight carried in | E |
| A shallow grave a railing and HE ALWAS ROD TO WIN | E |
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| Some brave brown handed comrade who has learned the rider s worth | I |
| Has carved those rough words o er him for the eyes of all the earth | I |
| And though few may chance to pass him as he lies in simple state | H |
| Those few will hold him honoured by the friendship of his mate | H |
| And when in Life s keen struggle we shall fight for inside place | J |
| When they crowd us at the corner and we drop from out the race | J |
| When the ringing hoofs go forward and the cheering greets the best | K |
| And the prize is for the winner and the red spurs for the rest | K |
| May we find some true heart comrade when they ve filled the last clods in | E |
| Who will carve these words above us HE ALWAS ROD TO WIN | E |
William Henry Ogilvie
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