The Battle Of Killie-crankie Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A AABACADA EAFAFAFA BAFAGAHA IAFAAAJA KALAAACA KAMANAOA AAPAFAQAChild vol vii Early Edition | A |
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Clavers and his Highlandmen | A |
Came down upo' the raw man | A |
Who being stout gave mony a clout | B |
The lads began to claw then | A |
With sword and terge into their hand | C |
Wi which they were nae slaw man | A |
Wi mony a fearful heavy sigh | D |
The lads began to claw then | A |
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O'er bush o'er bank o'er ditch o'er stark | E |
She flang amang them a' man | A |
The butter box got many knocks | F |
Their riggings paid for a' then | A |
They got their paiks wi sudden straiks | F |
Which to their grief they saw man | A |
Wi clinkum clankum o'er their crowns | F |
The lads began to fa' then | A |
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Hur skipt about hur leapt about | B |
And flang amang them a' man | A |
The English blades got broken beads | F |
Their crowns were cleav'd in twa then | A |
The durk and door made their last hour | G |
And prov'd their final fa' man | A |
They thought the devil had been there | H |
That play'd them sic a paw then | A |
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The Solemn League and Covenant | I |
Came whigging up the hills man | A |
Thought Highland trews durst not refuse | F |
For to subscribe their bills then | A |
In Willie's name they thought nag ane | A |
Durst stop their course at a' man | A |
But hur nane sell wi mony a knock | J |
Cry'd Furich Whigs awa' man | A |
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Sir Evan Du and his men true | K |
Came linking up the brink man | A |
The Hogan Dutch they feared such | L |
They bred a horrid stink then | A |
The true Maclean and his fierce men | A |
Came in amang them a' man | A |
Nane durst withstand his heavy hand | C |
All fled and ran awa' then | A |
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Oh' on a ri Oh' on a ri | K |
Why should she lose King Shames man | A |
Oh' rig in di Oh' rig in di | M |
She shall break a' her banes then | A |
With furichinish an' stay a while | N |
And speak a word or twa man | A |
She's gi' a straike out o'er the neck | O |
Before ye win awa' then | A |
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Oh fy for shame ye're three for ane | A |
Hur nane sell's won the day man | A |
King Shames' red coats should be hung up | P |
Because they ran awa' then | A |
Had bent their brows like Highland trows | F |
And made as lang a stay man | A |
They'd sav'd their king that sacred thing | Q |
And Willie'd ran awa' then | A |
Andrew Lang
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