Bobbie's Statue Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGF HIJKLMNM OPQPRSTS UVUVWVXV RQYQZVA2V QB2VB2ZVZV C2D2E2D2F2VXVGrown tired of mourning for my sins | A |
And brooding over merits | B |
The other night with aching heart | C |
I went amongst the spirits | D |
And I met one that I knew well | E |
O Scotty's Ghost is that you | F |
And did you see the fearsome crowd | G |
At Bobbie Burns's statue | F |
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They hurried up in hansom cabs | H |
Tall hatted and frock coated | I |
They trained it in from all the towns | J |
The weird and hairy throated | K |
They spoke in some outlandish tongue | L |
They cut some comic capers | M |
And ilka man was wild to get | N |
His name in all the papers | M |
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They showed no sign of intellect | O |
Those frauds who rushed before us | P |
They knew one verse of 'Auld Lang Syne' | Q |
The first one and the chorus | P |
They clacked the clack o' Scotlan''s Bard | R |
They glibly talked of 'Rabby' | S |
But what if he had come to them | T |
Without a groat and shabby | S |
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They drank and wept for Rabbie's sake | U |
They stood and brayed like asses | V |
The living bard's a drunken rake | U |
The dead one loved the lasses | V |
If Bobbie Burns were here they'd sit | W |
As still as any mouse is | V |
If Bobbie Bums should come their way | X |
They'd turn him out their houses | V |
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O weep for bonny Scotland's Bard | R |
And praise the Scottish nation | Q |
Who made him spy and let him die | Y |
Heart broken in privation | Q |
Exciseman so that he might live | Z |
Through northern winters' rigours | V |
Just as in southern lands they give | A2 |
The hard up rhymer figures | V |
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We need some songs of stinging fun | Q |
To wake the States and light 'em | B2 |
I wish a man like Robert Burns | V |
Were here to day to write 'em | B2 |
But still the mockery shall survive | Z |
Till Day o' Judgement crashes | V |
The men we scorn when we're alive | Z |
With praise insult our ashes | V |
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And Scotty's Ghost said Never mind | C2 |
The fleas that you inherit | D2 |
The living bard can flick 'em off | E2 |
They cannot hurt his spirit | D2 |
The crawlers round the poet's name | F2 |
Shall crawl through all the ages | V |
His work's the living thing and they | X |
Are fly dirt on the pages | V |
Henry Lawson
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