The Speeshalist Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDCDC AEAEBCBC FDFDBCBC G HCHCDCDC| Saturday Night | A |
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| Noo ye'll no' tak' it ill o' me Mistress Macqueen | B |
| For ye ken ye are juist a young kimmer | C |
| An' I am a mither that's beerit fourteen | B |
| An' forty year mairrit come simmer | C |
| When ye see your bit bairnie there drawin' up her knees | D |
| Wi' grups in her little interior | C |
| Juist gie her a nip o' a gude yalla cheese | D |
| An' ye'll find that there's naethin' superior | C |
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| The doctor had said that ye shouldna row'r ticht | A |
| Ye should aye gie the wee cratur's belly scope | E |
| Awa' wi' the lang leggit lum hattit fricht | A |
| Wi' his specks an' his wee widden tellyscope | E |
| What kens he o' littlens He's nane o' his ain | B |
| If she greets it juist keeps the hoose cheerier | C |
| See THAT was the wey I did a' my fourteen | B |
| An' ye'll find that there's naethin' superior | C |
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| I tell ye noo warkin' fowk canna draw breath | F |
| What wi' sanitries cruelties an' bobbies | D |
| An' the doctors would pit ye in fair fear o' death | F |
| Wi' their blethers o' German macrobbies | D |
| I've been at their lectures on health an' High Jean | B |
| Gude kens that I niver was wearier | C |
| Use your ain commonsense when ye're treating' your wean | B |
| An' ye'll find that there's naethin' superior | C |
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| Sunday Morning | G |
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| She's awa' Weel ma wumman I thocht that mysel' | H |
| When I saw your blind doon frae our corner | C |
| An' says I I'll juist tak' a step upbye an' tell | H |
| Twa or three things its better to warn her | C |
| 'Twas the doctor's negleck o'r the auld nosey wax | D |
| There's naethin' to dae noo but beery her | C |
| Tammy Chips mak's a kist here at seeven an' sax | D |
| An' ye'll find that there's naethin' superior | C |
David Rorie
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