Banjo Paterson

(17 February 1864 – 5 February 1941 / New South Wales)

Another Fall Of Rain - Poem by Banjo Paterson

The weather had been sultry for a fortnight's time or more,
And the shearers had been driving might and main,
For some had got the century who'd ne'er got it before,
And now all hands were wishing for the rain.

For the boss is getting rusty and the ringer's caving in,
For his bandaged wrist is aching with the pain,
And the second man, I fear, will make it hot for him,
Unless we have another fall of rain.

A few had taken quarters and were coiling in their bunks
When we shore the six-tooth wethers from the plain.
And if the sheep get harder, then a few more men will funk,
Unless we get another fall of rain.

But the sky is clouding over, and the thunder's muttering loud,
And the clouds are driving eastward o'er the plain,
And I see the lightning flashing from the edge of yon black cloud,
And I hear the gentle patter of the rain.

So, lads, put on your stoppers, and let us to the hut,
Where we'll gather round and have a friendly game,
While some are playing music and some play ante up,
And some are gazing outwards at the rain.

But now the rain is over, let the pressers spin the screw,
Let the teamsters back the waggons in again,
And we'll block the classer's table by the way we'll put them through,
For everything is merry since the rain.

And the boss he won't be rusty when his sheep they all are shorn,
And the wringer's wrist won't ache much with the pain
Of pocketing his cheque for fifty pounds or more,
And the second man will press him hard again.


Comments about Another Fall Of Rain by Banjo Paterson

  • Edward Kofi Louis (9/28/2017 1:49:00 PM)


    Sultry! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

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  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (9/28/2017 11:02:00 AM)


    But the sky is clouding over, and the thunder's muttering loud,
    And the clouds are driving eastward o'er the plain,
    And I see the lightning flashing from the edge of yon black cloud,
    And I hear the gentle patter of the rain.
    Beautifully penned.Thanks poet for the poem.
    (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (9/28/2017 10:42:00 AM)


    A beautiful poetry with a nice style of telling a story. very interesting and don't like to skip a single line.
    'But now the rain is over, let the pressers spin the screw,
    Let the teamsters back the waggons in again,
    And we'll block the classer's table by the way we'll put them through,
    For everything is merry since the rain.'.. is very nice. Loved the poem.
    (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (9/28/2017 5:32:00 AM)


    A brillinat poem with eloquence and stunning expression. (Report) Reply

  • (9/28/2017 4:55:00 AM)


    A fantastic flight of imagery with an equally fantastic style of narration. (Report) Reply

  • Ash Adetayo (9/28/2017 2:21:00 AM)


    Well penned and excenllent poem for another fall of rain... (Report) Reply

  • Cynthia Buhain-baello (9/28/2017 1:28:00 AM)


    Intricately woven narrative poem with vivid images of farm workers and sheep shearers. Brilliant. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (9/28/2017 12:48:00 AM)


    Such a great poem shared with wisdom.... (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (9/28/2017 12:47:00 AM)


    This famous Australian poet of the outback plays his music in rhyme. Not my preferred form. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 10, 2012



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