Quits

Edward George Dyson 1865 (Ballarat, Victoria) – 1931 (Saint Kilda, Melbourne, Victoria)



Ben Unger’s wife was dark and small,
With little, round, black eyes;
Ben Unger started at her call,
For Ben had been made wise.
No dirge could crush his spirit but
The one by Annie sung;
No whip-lash ever made could cut
Like Annie Unger’s tongue.

But Annie had a round, red cheek,
A figure like a plum,
And Henderson from up the creek
In courtship sly would come.
Then Annie voiced no angry call,
Here dirge remained unsung,
And very gentle was the fall
Of Annie Unger’s tongue.

Ned Holman went to Ben upon
The hill in Colter’s hay.
He said: “your wife with Henderson
Ran off at ten to-day!”
Ben stood stock still. “All right!” said he;
Then with a little laugh:
“That makes us quits at last. ‘Twas me
That stole his brindle calf!”

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme ABABCDCD EFEFADAD XGXGHIHI
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 738
Words 142
Stanzas 3
Stanza Lengths 8, 8, 8

Edward George Dyson

Edward George Dyson, or 'Ted' Dyson, was an Australian journalist, poet, playwright and short story writer. He was the elder brother of illustrators Will Dyson (1880–1938) and Ambrose Dyson (1876–1913), with three sisters also of artistic and literary praise. Dyson wrote under several – some say many – nom-de-plumes, including Silas Snell. In his day, the period of Australia's federation, the poet and writer was 'ranked very closely to Australia's greatest short-story writer, Henry Lawson'. With Lawson known as the 'swagman poet', Ogilvie the 'horseman poet', Dyson was the 'mining poet'. Although known as a freelance writer, he was also considered part of The Bulletin writer group. more…

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