Godly Ballants Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEDE BFBF CGCG BHBI JBJB F FIFK LMLN M OPOI CBCB QBQB QBQB QQQQ MBMB CLCL LQLQ BLBL Q BHBH HBHB BMBM MLML LKLM MLML LCLC M CCCC PBPB QKQK LCLC BMBM LBLB CBCB CBCB

I THIS SIDE AN' THATA
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The rich man sat in his father's seatB
Purple an' linen an' a'thing fineC
The puir man lay at his yett i' the streetB
Sairs an' tatters an' weary pineC
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To the rich man's table ilk dainty comesD
Mony a morsel gaed frae't or fellE
The puir man fain wud hae dined on the crumbsD
But whether he got them I canna tellE
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Servants prood saft fittit an' stootB
Stan by the rich man's curtained doorsF
Maisterless dogs 'at rin abootB
Cam to the puir man an' lickit his soresF
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The rich man deeit an' they buried him gran'C
In linen fine his body they wrapG
But the angels tuik up the beggar manC
An' layit him doun in Abraham's lapG
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The guid upo' this side the ill upo' thatB
Sic was the rich man's waesome fa'H
But his brithers they eat an' they drink an' they chatB
An' carena a strae for their Father's ha'I
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The trowth's the trowth think what ye willJ
An' some they kenna what they wad be atB
But the beggar man thoucht he did no that illJ
Wi' the dogs o' this side the angels o' thatB
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II THE TWA BAUBEESF
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Stately lang robit an' steppin at easeF
The rich men gaed up the temple ha'I
Hasty an' grippin her twa baubeesF
The widow cam efter booit an' sma'K
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Their goud rang lood as it fell an' layL
Yallow an' glintin bonnie an' brawM
But the fowk roun the Maister h'ard him sayL
The puir body's baubees was mair nor it a'N
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III WHA'S MY NEIBOURM
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Doon frae Jerus'lem a traveller tookO
The laigh road to JerichoP
It had an ill name an' mony a crookO
It was lang an' unco howI
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Oot cam the robbers an' fell o' the manC
An' knockit him o' the heidB
Took a' whauron they couth lay their han'C
An' left him nakit for deidB
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By cam a minister o' the kirkQ
A sair mishanter he criedB
Wha kens whaur the villains may lirkQ
I s' haud to the ither sideB
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By cam an elder o' the kirkQ
Like a young horse he shiedB
Fie here's a bonnie mornin's warkQ
An' he spangt to the ither sideB
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By cam ane gaed to the wrang kirkQ
Douce he trottit alangQ
Puir body he cried an' wi' a yerkQ
Aff o' his cuddy he sprangQ
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He ran to the body an' turnt it owerM
There's life i' the man he criedB
He wasna ane to stan an' glowerM
Nor hand to the ither sideB
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He doctort his oons an' heised him thenC
To the back o' the beastie douceL
An' he heild him on till twa weary menC
They wan to the half way hooseL
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He ten'd him a' nicht an' o' the morn did sayL
Lan'lord latna him lackQ
Here's auchteen pence an' ony mair ootlayL
I'll sattle 't as I come backQ
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Sae tak til ye neibours read aricht the wordB
It's a portion o' God's ain spellL
Wha is my neibour speirna the LordB
But Am I a neibour yerselL
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IV HIM WI' THE BAGQ
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Ance was a woman wha's hert was gretB
Her love was sae dumb it was 'maist a griefH
She brak the box it's tellt o' her yetB
The bonny box for her hert's reliefH
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Ane was there wha's tale's but briefH
Yet was ower lang the gait he cawedB
He luikit a man and was but a thiefH
Michty the gear to grip and handB
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What guid he cried sic a boxfu to blaudB
Wilfu waste I couth never beirM
It micht hae been sellt for ten poun I wadB
Sellt for ten poun and gien to the puirM
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Savin he was but for love o' the gearM
Carefu he was but a' for himselL
He carried the bag to his hert sae nearM
What fell i' the ane i' the ither fellL
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And the strings o' his hert hingit doun to hellL
They war pu'd sae ticht aboot the mouK
And hence it comes that I hae to tellL
The warst ill tale that ever was trueM
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The hert that's greedy maun mischief brewM
And the deils pu'd the strings doon yon'er in hellL
And he sauld or the agein mune was newM
For thirty shillins the Maister himselL
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Gear i' the hert it's a canker fellL
Brithers latna the siller benC
Troth gien ye du I warn ye ye'll sellL
The verra Maister or ever ye kenC
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V THE COORSE CRATURM
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The Lord gaed wi' a crood o' menC
Throu Jericho the bonnyC
'Twas ill the Son o' Man to kenC
Mang sons o' men sae monyC
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The wee bit son o' man ZacchayP
To see the Maister seekitB
He speilt a fig tree bauld an' shyP
An' sae his shortness ekitB
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But as he thoucht to see his backQ
Roun turnt the haill face til 'imK
Up luikit straucht an' til 'im spakQ
His hert gaed like to kill 'imK
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Come doun Zacchay bestir yerselL
This nicht I want a lodginC
Like a ripe aipple 'maist he fellL
Nor needit ony nudginC
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But up amang the unco guidB
There rase a murmurin won'erM
This is a deemis want o' heedB
The man's a special sinnerM
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Up spak Zacchay his hert ableezeL
Half mine the puir Lord hae itB
Gien oucht I've taen by ony leesL
Fourfauld again I pay itB
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Then Jesus said This is a manC
His hoose I'm here to save itB
He's are o' Abraham's ain clanC
An' siclike has behavitB
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I cam the lost to seek an' winC
Zacchay was are he wantitB
To ony man that left his sinC
His grace he never scantitB

George Macdonald



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