The Hypochondriac Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAB CCCB AAAB DDDB BBBB EEEB FFGB| I dinna ken what is the maitter wi' Jeams | A |
| He canna get sleepit at nicht for his dreams | A |
| An' aye when he waukens he granes and he screams | A |
| Till he fair pits the shakers on me | B |
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| Can ye no mak' up somethin' to gie him a sleep | C |
| I'm tellin' ye doctor he gars my flesh creep | C |
| Till I'm that fu' o' nerves that the verra least cheep | C |
| Noo juist fair pits the shakers on me | B |
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| Wi' his meat he was aince a man easy to please | A |
| But last Sabbath he flang the fried ingans an' cheese | A |
| That I had for his supper richt into the bleeze | A |
| An' he fair pit the shakers on me | B |
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| Then he sat in the ingle an' chowed bogie roll | D |
| An' read Jowler's Sermons an' talked o' his soul | D |
| Faith conduc' o' that sort's no' easy to thole | D |
| For it fair pits the shakers on me | B |
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| He's plenty o' siller ye're sure o' your fee | B |
| Just gie him a soondin' an' gin he's to dee | B |
| Come oot wi' the truth dinna fash for a lee | B |
| It'll no' pit the shakers on me | B |
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| What Juist heepocondry Nocht wrang wi his chest | E |
| The Deil flee awa' wi' the man for a pest | E |
| To think o' me lossin' sae mony nichts' rest | E |
| An' him pittin' the shakers on me | B |
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| Ay though he may rout like the bull in the park | F |
| I'se warrant the morn he's on wi' his sark | F |
| An' aff wi' the rest o' the men till his wark | G |
| An' he'll no' pit the shakers on me | B |
David Rorie
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