William Henry Ogilvie

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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 LandA
Where the mulgas mark the furlongs and a dead log marks the standA
There s a square of painted railings showing white against the loamB
Where they fight for inside running as they round the bend for homeB
Just a lonely grave and graveyard that are left to Nature s careC
For the wild bush flowers that brighten it were never planted thereC
No monument or marble that will speak his praise or blameD
No verse to tell his story and no mark to prove his nameD
But carved upon the white rail that is weather worn and thinE
Is the simple roug hewn legend HE ALWAS ROD TO WINE
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Some poor uncared for jockey boy who never earned a nameD
It s the boys who ride to orders who can find the road to FameD
And the flowers and marble head stones and the wealth of gear and goldF
Are the prizes of the riders who will stop them when they re toldF
Just a whisper at the saddling He s the only danger DanG
That s the boy will try to beat you stop him any way you canG
Just a crowding at the corner and a crossing in the straightH
And a plucky little horseman who is pulling out too lateH
A heavy fall a horse is loose and a lightweight carried inE
A shallow grave a railing and HE ALWAS ROD TO WINE
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Some brave brown handed comrade who has learned the rider s worthI
Has carved those rough words o er him for the eyes of all the earthI
And though few may chance to pass him as he lies in simple stateH
Those few will hold him honoured by the friendship of his mateH
And when in Life s keen struggle we shall fight for inside placeJ
When they crowd us at the corner and we drop from out the raceJ
When the ringing hoofs go forward and the cheering greets the bestK
And the prize is for the winner and the red spurs for the restK
May we find some true heart comrade when they ve filled the last clods inE
Who will carve these words above us HE ALWAS ROD TO WINE

William Henry Ogilvie



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