The Last Wooin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEEE AFAF AGAH EGEG E EA DEIE BJBJ BHBH FCFK LELE FEJE AFAF MKFC KKKK FEFE EFEF HAKA HNCK CBCB

O lat me in my bonny lassA
It's a lang road ower the hillB
And the flauchterin snaw begud to fa'C
On the brig ayont the millB
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Here's nae change hoose John MunroD
I'll ken that to my costE
Gien ye gar me tak the hill the nichtE
Wi' snaw o' the back o' frostE
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But tell me lass what's my offenceA
Weel ken ye At the fairF
Ye lichtlied me Ay twasna anceA
Ye needna come nae mairF
-
I lichtlied ye Ay ower the glassA
Foul fa' the ill faured mouG
'At made the leein word to passA
By rowin 't i' the trueH
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The trouth is this I dochtna bideE
To hear yer bonnie nameG
Whaur lawless mous war openit wideE
Wi' ill tongued scoff and blameG
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And what I said was 'Hoot lat sitE
She's but a bairn the lass '-
It turnt the spait o' words a bitE
And loot yer fair name passA
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Thank ye for naething John MunroD
My name it needna hideE
It's no a drucken sough wud garI
Me turn my heid asideE
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O Elsie lassie be yerselB
The snaw stour's driftin thrangJ
O tak me in the win' 's sae snellB
And in an hour I'll gangJ
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I downa pay ye guid for illB
Ye heedna fause and trueH
Gang back to Katie at the millB
She loos sic like as youH
-
He turnt his fit she heardna mairF
The lift was like to fa'C
And Elsie's hert grew grit and sairF
At sicht o' the drivin snawK
-
She laid her doon but no to sleepL
Her verra hert was cauldE
And the sheets war like a frozen heapL
O' drift aboot her faul'dE
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She rase fu' air the warl lay fairF
And still in its windin sheetE
At door cheek or at winnock lugJ
Was never a mark o' feetE
-
She crap for days aboot the hooseA
Dull futtit and hert sairF
Aye keekin oot like a hungert mooseA
But Johnnie was na thereF
-
Lang or the spring begoud to thowM
The waesome sick faced snawK
Her hert was saft a' throu and throuF
Her pride had ta'en a fa'C
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And whan the wreaths war halflins ganeK
And the sun was blinkin bonnieK
Oot ower the hill she wud gang her laneK
To speir aboot her JohnnieK
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Half ower she cam intil a lairF
O' snaw and slush and weetE
The Lord hae mercy what's that thereF
It was Johnnie at her feetE
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Aneth the snaw his heid was smoritE
But his breist was maistly bareF
And twixt his richt ban' and his hertE
Lay a lock o' gouden hairF
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The warm win' blew the blackcock flewH
The lerrick muntit the skiesA
The burnie ran and a baein beganK
But Johnnie wudna riseA
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The sun was clear the lift was blueH
The winter was awaN
Up cam the green gerse plentifuC
The better for the snawK
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And warm it happit Johnnie's graveC
Whaur the ae lock gouden layB
But on Elsie's hingin heid the laveC
Was afore the barley grayB

George Macdonald



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