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 CBCBI THIS SIDE AN' THAT | A |
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The rich man sat in his father's seat | B |
Purple an' linen an' a'thing fine | C |
The puir man lay at his yett i' the street | B |
Sairs an' tatters an' weary pine | C |
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To the rich man's table ilk dainty comes | D |
Mony a morsel gaed frae't or fell | E |
The puir man fain wud hae dined on the crumbs | D |
But whether he got them I canna tell | E |
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Servants prood saft fittit an' stoot | B |
Stan by the rich man's curtained doors | F |
Maisterless dogs 'at rin aboot | B |
Cam to the puir man an' lickit his sores | F |
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The rich man deeit an' they buried him gran' | C |
In linen fine his body they wrap | G |
But the angels tuik up the beggar man | C |
An' layit him doun in Abraham's lap | G |
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The guid upo' this side the ill upo' that | B |
Sic was the rich man's waesome fa' | H |
But his brithers they eat an' they drink an' they chat | B |
An' carena a strae for their Father's ha' | I |
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The trowth's the trowth think what ye will | J |
An' some they kenna what they wad be at | B |
But the beggar man thoucht he did no that ill | J |
Wi' the dogs o' this side the angels o' that | B |
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II THE TWA BAUBEES | F |
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Stately lang robit an' steppin at ease | F |
The rich men gaed up the temple ha' | I |
Hasty an' grippin her twa baubees | F |
The widow cam efter booit an' sma' | K |
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Their goud rang lood as it fell an' lay | L |
Yallow an' glintin bonnie an' braw | M |
But the fowk roun the Maister h'ard him say | L |
The puir body's baubees was mair nor it a' | N |
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III WHA'S MY NEIBOUR | M |
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Doon frae Jerus'lem a traveller took | O |
The laigh road to Jericho | P |
It had an ill name an' mony a crook | O |
It was lang an' unco how | I |
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Oot cam the robbers an' fell o' the man | C |
An' knockit him o' the heid | B |
Took a' whauron they couth lay their han' | C |
An' left him nakit for deid | B |
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By cam a minister o' the kirk | Q |
A sair mishanter he cried | B |
Wha kens whaur the villains may lirk | Q |
I s' haud to the ither side | B |
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By cam an elder o' the kirk | Q |
Like a young horse he shied | B |
Fie here's a bonnie mornin's wark | Q |
An' he spangt to the ither side | B |
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By cam ane gaed to the wrang kirk | Q |
Douce he trottit alang | Q |
Puir body he cried an' wi' a yerk | Q |
Aff o' his cuddy he sprang | Q |
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He ran to the body an' turnt it ower | M |
There's life i' the man he cried | B |
He wasna ane to stan an' glower | M |
Nor hand to the ither side | B |
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He doctort his oons an' heised him then | C |
To the back o' the beastie douce | L |
An' he heild him on till twa weary men | C |
They wan to the half way hoose | L |
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He ten'd him a' nicht an' o' the morn did say | L |
Lan'lord latna him lack | Q |
Here's auchteen pence an' ony mair ootlay | L |
I'll sattle 't as I come back | Q |
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Sae tak til ye neibours read aricht the word | B |
It's a portion o' God's ain spell | L |
Wha is my neibour speirna the Lord | B |
But Am I a neibour yersel | L |
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IV HIM WI' THE BAG | Q |
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Ance was a woman wha's hert was gret | B |
Her love was sae dumb it was 'maist a grief | H |
She brak the box it's tellt o' her yet | B |
The bonny box for her hert's relief | H |
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Ane was there wha's tale's but brief | H |
Yet was ower lang the gait he cawed | B |
He luikit a man and was but a thief | H |
Michty the gear to grip and hand | B |
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What guid he cried sic a boxfu to blaud | B |
Wilfu waste I couth never beir | M |
It micht hae been sellt for ten poun I wad | B |
Sellt for ten poun and gien to the puir | M |
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Savin he was but for love o' the gear | M |
Carefu he was but a' for himsel | L |
He carried the bag to his hert sae near | M |
What fell i' the ane i' the ither fell | L |
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And the strings o' his hert hingit doun to hell | L |
They war pu'd sae ticht aboot the mou | K |
And hence it comes that I hae to tell | L |
The warst ill tale that ever was true | M |
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The hert that's greedy maun mischief brew | M |
And the deils pu'd the strings doon yon'er in hell | L |
And he sauld or the agein mune was new | M |
For thirty shillins the Maister himsel | L |
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Gear i' the hert it's a canker fell | L |
Brithers latna the siller ben | C |
Troth gien ye du I warn ye ye'll sell | L |
The verra Maister or ever ye ken | C |
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V THE COORSE CRATUR | M |
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The Lord gaed wi' a crood o' men | C |
Throu Jericho the bonny | C |
'Twas ill the Son o' Man to ken | C |
Mang sons o' men sae mony | C |
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The wee bit son o' man Zacchay | P |
To see the Maister seekit | B |
He speilt a fig tree bauld an' shy | P |
An' sae his shortness ekit | B |
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But as he thoucht to see his back | Q |
Roun turnt the haill face til 'im | K |
Up luikit straucht an' til 'im spak | Q |
His hert gaed like to kill 'im | K |
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Come doun Zacchay bestir yersel | L |
This nicht I want a lodgin | C |
Like a ripe aipple 'maist he fell | L |
Nor needit ony nudgin | C |
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But up amang the unco guid | B |
There rase a murmurin won'er | M |
This is a deemis want o' heed | B |
The man's a special sinner | M |
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Up spak Zacchay his hert ableeze | L |
Half mine the puir Lord hae it | B |
Gien oucht I've taen by ony lees | L |
Fourfauld again I pay it | B |
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Then Jesus said This is a man | C |
His hoose I'm here to save it | B |
He's are o' Abraham's ain clan | C |
An' siclike has behavit | B |
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I cam the lost to seek an' win | C |
Zacchay was are he wantit | B |
To ony man that left his sin | C |
His grace he never scantit | B |
George Macdonald
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