William Henry Ogilvie

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His Gippsland Girl Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFGFHDHD IJIJKDKD LMLMLDLD LNLNODOD PLPLEPGP LQL LPLP M

Now money was scarce and work was slackA
And love to his heart Crept inB
And he rode away on the Northern trackA
To war with the world and winB
And he vowed by the locket upon his breastC
And its treasure one red gold curlD
To work with with a will in the fartherest WestC
For the sake of his Gippsland girlD
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The hot wind blows on the dusty plainE
And the red sun burns aboveF
But he sees her face at his side againG
And he strikes each blow for loveF
He toils by the light of one far off starH
For the winning of one white pearlD
And the swinging pick and the driving barH
Strike home for the Gippsland girlD
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With an aching wrist and a back that's bentI
With salt sweat blinding eyesJ
'Tis little he'd reek if his life were spentI
In the winning so grand a prizeJ
His shear blades flash and over his handK
The folds of the white fleece curlD
And all day long he sticks to his standK
For the love of his Gippsland girlD
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When the shearing's done and the shed's cut outL
On Barwon and Narran and BreeM
When the shearer mates with the rouseaboutL
And the Union man with the freeM
When the doors of the shanty open wideL
An uproarious welcome hurlD
He passes by on the other sideL
For the sake of his gippsland girlD
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When summer lay brown on the Western LandL
He rode once more to the SouthN
Athirst for the touch of a lily handL
And the kiss of a rosebud mouthN
And he sang the songs that shorten the wayO
And he envied not king or earlD
And he spared not the spur in his dappled greyO
For the sake of his Gippsland girlD
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At the garden gate when the shadows fellP
His hopes in the dusk lay deadL
'Nelli Oh Surely you heard that NellP
Is married a month' they saidL
He spoke no word with a dull dumb painE
At his heart and his brain awhirlP
He turned his grey to the North againG
For the sake of his Gippsland girlP
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And he rung the board in a Paroo shedL
By the sweat of his aching browQ
But he blued his cheque for he grimly saidL
'There is nothing to live for now '-
And out and away where the big floods startL
And the Darling dust showers swirlP
There's a drunken shearer who broke his heartL
Over a Gippsland girlP
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William H OgilvieM

William Henry Ogilvie



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