The Deil's Forhooit His Ain Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABA CDCD B BEBE CDCD ABAB EAEA CECE AFAG ABAB DHDH CDCD EDED CDCD IEIE CACA BEBE DBDB AJAE EBEB AABAThe Deil's forhooit his ain his ain | A |
The Deil's forhooit his ain | A |
His bairns are greitin in ilka neuk | B |
For the Deil's forhooit his ain | A |
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The Deil he tuik his stick and his hat | C |
And his yallow gluves on he drew | D |
The coal's sae dear and the preachin sae flat | C |
And I canna be aye wi' you | D |
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The Deil's c | B |
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But I'll gie ye my blessin afore I gang | B |
Wi' jist ae word o' advice | E |
And gien onything efter that gaes wrang | B |
It'll be yer ain wull and ch'ice | E |
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Noo hark There's diseases gaein aboot | C |
Whiles are and whiles a' thegither | D |
Ane's ca'd Repentance haith hand it oot | C |
It comes wi' a change o' weather | D |
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For that see aye 'at ye're gude at the spune | A |
And tak yer fair share o' the drink | B |
Gien ye dinna I wadna won'er but sune | A |
Ye micht 'maist begin to think | B |
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Neist luik efter yer liver that's the place | E |
Whaur Conscience gars ye fin' | A |
Some fowk has mair o' 't and some has less | E |
It comes o' breedin in | A |
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But there's waur nor diseases gaein aboot | C |
There's a heap o' fair spoken lees | E |
And there's naething i' natur in or oot | C |
'At waur with the health agrees | E |
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There's what they ca' Faith 'at wad aye be fain | A |
And Houp that glowers and tynes a' | F |
And Love that never yet faund its ain | A |
But aye turnt its face to the wa' | G |
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And Trouth the sough o' a sickly win' | A |
And Richt what needna be | B |
And Beauty nae deeper nor the skin | A |
And Blude that's naething but bree | B |
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But there's ae gran' doctor for a' and mair | D |
For diseases and lees in a breath | H |
My bairns I lea' ye wi'oot a care | D |
To yer best freen Doctor Death | H |
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He'll no distress ye as quaiet's a cat | C |
He grips ye and a'thing's ower | D |
There's naething mair 'at ye wad be at | C |
There's never a sweet nor sour | D |
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They ca' 't a sleep but it's better bliss | E |
For ye wauken up no more | D |
They ca' 't a mansion and sae it is | E |
And the coffin lid's the door | D |
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Jist ae word mair and it's verbum sat | C |
I hae preacht it mony's the year | D |
Whaur there's naething ava to be frictit at | C |
There's naething ava to fear | D |
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I dinna say 'at there isna a hell | I |
To lee wad be a disgrace | E |
I bide there whan I'm at hame mysel | I |
And it's no sic a byous ill place | E |
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Ye see yon blue thing they ca' the lift | C |
It's but hell turnt upside doun | A |
A whummilt bossie whiles fou o' drift | C |
And whiles o' a rumlin soun | A |
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Lat auld wives tell their tales i' the reek | B |
Men hae to du wi' fac's | E |
There's naebody there to watch and keek | B |
Intil yer wee mistaks | E |
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But nor ben there's naebody there | D |
Frae the yird to the farthest spark | B |
Ye'll rub the knees o' yer breeks to the bare | D |
Afore ye'll pray ye a sark | B |
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Sae fare ye weel my bonny men | A |
And weel may ye thrive and the | J |
Gien I dinna see ye some time again | A |
It'll be 'at ye're no to see | E |
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He cockit his hat ower ane o' his cheeks | E |
And awa wi' a halt and a spang | B |
For his tail was doun ae leg o' his breeks | E |
And his butes war a half ower lang | B |
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The Deil's forhooit his ain his ain | A |
The Deil's forhooit his ain | A |
His bairns are greitin in ilka neuk | B |
For the Deil's forhooit his ain | A |
George Macdonald
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