The Stockyard Liar Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCBDBABABEFEA DGDGBBBB HEHEAIAJ DBDBAAAA AEAEBBBB| If ever you're handling a rough one | A |
| There's bound to be perched on the rails | B |
| Of the Stockyard some grizzled old tough one | A |
| Whose flow of advice never fails | B |
| There are plenty of course who aspire | C |
| To make plain that you're only a dunce | B |
| But the most insupportable liar | D |
| Is the man who has ridden 'em once | B |
| He will tell you a tale and a rum one | A |
| With never a smile on his face | B |
| How he broke for old Somebody Some one | A |
| At some unapproachable place | B |
| How they bucked and they snorted and squealed | E |
| How he spurred 'em and flogged 'em and how | F |
| He would gallop 'em round till they reeled | E |
| But he's 'getting too old for it now' | A |
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| How you're standing too far from her shoulder | D |
| Or too jolly close to the same | G |
| How he could have taught you to hold her | D |
| In the days when he 'followed the game' | G |
| He will bustle annoy and un nerve us | B |
| Till even our confidence fails | B |
| O Shade of old Nimrod preserve us | B |
| From the beggar that sits on the rails | B |
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| How your reins you are holding too tightly | H |
| Your girths might as well be unloosed | E |
| How 'young chaps' don't handle them rightly | H |
| And horses don't buck 'like they used' | E |
| Till at last in a bit of passion | A |
| You ask him in choicest 'Barcoo' | I |
| To go and be hanged in a fashion | A |
| That turns the whole atmosphere blue | J |
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| And the chances are strong the old buffer | D |
| Has been talking for something to say | B |
| And never rode anything rougher | D |
| Than the shaft of old Somebody's dray | B |
| And the horses he thinks he has broken | A |
| Are clothes horses sawn out of pine | A |
| And his yarns to us simply betoken | A |
| The start of a senile decline | A |
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| There are laws for our proper protection | A |
| From murder and theft and the rest | E |
| But the criminal wanting inspection | A |
| Is riding a rail in the West | E |
| And the law that the country requires | B |
| At the hands of her statesmen of sense | B |
| Is the law that makes meat of the liars | B |
| That can sit a rough buck on the fence | B |
William Henry Ogilvie
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