The Waesome Carl Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFEEEAE CGHGEIGIE JHKHLAFAEEAE EALAKACAE JFEAAAAAE CEAEFCFCEEAE AEAEMEMIEEAE FGAIJJJJEEKE NCNCNCNCEEGE

There cam a man to oor toon en'A
And a waesome carl was heB
Snipie nebbit and crookit mou'dC
And gleyt o' a blinterin eeB
Muckle he spied and muckle he spakD
But the owercome o' his sangE
Whatever it said was aye the sameF
There's nane o' ye a' but's wrangE
Ye're a' wrang and a' wrangE
And a'thegither a' wrangE
There's no a man aboot the toonA
But's a'thegither a' wrangE
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That's no the gait to fire the breidC
Nor yet to brew the yillG
That's no the gait to haud the pleuchH
Nor yet to ca the millG
That's no the gait to milk the cooE
Nor yet to spean the calfI
Nor yet to tramp the girnel mealG
Ye kenna yer wark by halfI
Ye're a' wrang cE
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The minister wasna fit to prayJ
And lat alane to preachH
He nowther had the gift o' graceK
Nor yet the gift o' speechH
He mind't him o' Balaaem's assL
Wi' a differ we micht kenA
The Lord he opened the ass's mouF
The minister opened's ainA
He was a' wrang and a' wrangE
And a'thegither a' wrangE
There wasna a man aboot the toonA
But was a'thegither a' wrangE
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The puir precentor couldna singE
He gruntit like a swineA
The verra elders couldna passL
The ladles til his min'A
And for the rulin' elder's graceK
It wasna worth a hornA
He didna half uncurse the meatC
Nor pray for mair the mornA
He was a' wrang cE
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And aye he gied his nose a thrawJ
And aye he crook't his mouF
And aye he cockit up his eeE
And said Tak tent the nooA
We snichert hint oor loof my manA
But never said him nayA
As gien he had been a prophet manA
We loot him say his sayA
Ye're a' wrang cE
-
Quo oor gudeman The crater's daftC
Heard ye ever sic a claikE
Lat's see gien he can turn a ban'A
Or only luik and craikE
It's true we maunna lippin til himF
He's fairly crack wi' prideC
But he maun live we canna kill himF
Gien he can work he s' bideC
He was a' wrang and a' wrangE
And a'thegither a' wrangE
There troth the gudeman o' the toonA
Was a'thegither a' wrangE
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Quo he It's but a laddie's turnA
But best the first be a sma' thingE
There's a' thae weyds to gether and burnA
And he's the man for a' thingE
We yokit for the far hill mossM
There was peats to cast and caE
O' 's company we thoucht na lossM
'Twas peace till gloamin fa'I
We war a' wrang and a' wrangE
And a'thegither a' wrangE
There wasna man aboot the toonA
But was a'thegither a' wrangE
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For losh or it was denner timeF
The toon was in a lowG
The reek rase up as it had beenA
Frae Sodom flames I vowI
We lowst and rade like mad for byreJ
And ruck bleezt a' thegitherJ
As gien the deil had broucht the fireJ
Frae's hell to mak anitherJ
'Twas a' wrang and a' wrangE
And a'thegither a' wrangE
Stick and strae aboot the placeK
Was a'thegither a' wrangE
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And luikin on ban's neth his tailsN
The waesome carl studeC
To see him wagglin at thae tailsN
'Maist drave 's a' fairly wudC
Ain wite he cried I tauld ye saeN
Ye're a' wrang to the lastC
What gart ye burn thae deevilich weydsN
Whan the win' blew frae the wastC
Ye're a' wrang and a' wrangE
And a'thegither a' wrangE
There's no a man i' this fule warlG
But's a'thegither a' wrangE

George Macdonald



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