Fool's Luck Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABB CDCDD EBEBB FGFHH IBIBB HJHJ KDKD LBLB MJMJ NHLHH EJEJ OBOB JJJJ HHHH HHHH HBHB JHJ JHJH HHHHH NPNP BBBB LHLH

The Allans o' Airlie they set muckle storeA
On ancestry acres and sillerB
Nor cared to remember the good days of yoreA
Nor grandfather Allan the millerB
The honest old millerB
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We're wealthy fowk now tak' oor place wi' the bestC
Said the heid o' the Allans one DougalD
A man whom Dame Fortune had royally blestC
Of sensible habits and frugalD
Uncommonly frugalD
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We're honored by great fowk and wise fowk now min'E
O' the kirk each Allan's a pillarB
What more could we spier o' a providence kin'E
Unless 'twere a little more sillerB
A little more sillerB
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For it's get what ye can and keep what ye getF
Ye'll fin' this an unco' guid mottoG
We chose it lang syne and we stick to it yetF
Altho' not sae close as we ought toH
Not nearly sae close as we ought toH
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There is ane o' the name is a spendthrift an assI
The reason tae ye I'll discoverB
Oor gran'faither marrit an Inverness lassI
Juist because he happened to luve herB
Foolish mon he happened to luve herB
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And the wild Highland strain is still i' the bluidH
'Tis i' Colin as sure's you're leevingJ
Ye ken how it is wi' the whole Highland broodH
'Tis a' for spending and geevingJ
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Gin ye're freen' o' the clan why ask what ye mayK
Ye'll get o' the best ay get doubleD
Gin ye're foe o' the clan weel juist gang your wayK
If so be ye're no hunting troubleD
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Brither Colin was daft when a lad at the schoolL
Wi' ways and wi' morals improperB
Had high flowing notions poor family foolL
His notions ha' made him a pauperB
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What owns he Bare acres a few and a houseM
Yet when we last year were expectingJ
Twa relatives ane puir as ony church mouseM
Ane freighted wi' wealth unreflectingJ
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He spat oot graun' like 'Sin' ye're ower fond o' pelfN
'Ye can hae ' said he 'the rich pairtyH
But I'll tak' the mon that is puir as mysel'L
And gie him a welcome right hearty'H
A welcome right heartyH
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Gosh I had tae lauch at the feckless auld monE
As he stood there his bonnet strings twirlingJ
Ye'd think he was chief o' a whole Highland clanE
That marched to the pibroch's mad skirlingJ
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Ah hot headed high handed go as you pleaseO
These Highlanders no worth a copperB
Wi' their kilt and hose and their uncovered kneesO
A bold dress and highly improperB
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Oor Colin's the same hark ye Davy and JockJ
Go no to the hills for your matingJ
Twa weel dowered lassies o' guid lowland stockJ
'Tis for such I'd hae ye both waitingJ
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Ho it's get what ye can and keep what ye getH
What is it ye whisper amang yeH
What oor rich uncle's deid weel weel dinna fretH
Ah'm certain that he wouldna wrang meH
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He promised to leave everything he possestH
Before witness promised it fairlyH
To the most deserving the noblest and bestH
O' a' the Allans o' AirlieH
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Ye ken I'm the mon Here's the lawyer at handH
I'm richer a'ready and prooderB
Hark ye 'Give and bequeath my gowd and my land'H
Mr Grant I pray ye speak looderB
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I'll buy me the laird's castle doon by the parkJ
Oh me but I'll step aboot rarelyH
'To my nephew Colin' it canna' be harkJ
'To the grandest Allan o' Airlie '-
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To Colin I'd ficht but I've no got the pluckJ
I'm auld and I'm broken I tell yeH
I ca'd him a fool he has had a fool's luckJ
And noo he can buy me and sell meH
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Now hearken ye lads frae the morn till the nichtH
It pays best tae act quite sincerelyH
Get what ye can aweel the motto's a'richtH
But some things are gotten too dearlyH
Ay some things are gotten too dearlyH
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I'm thinkin' o' gran'faither's Inverness wifeN
Nor cattle nor siller she brought himP
Juist a hairt fu' o' luve some queer views o' lifeN
How runs that auld ballad she taught himP
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I've a lowly cot and a wide open doorB
Neither old nor young need pass by sirB
A piece of red gold for the brother that's poorB
Ho a rich happy man am I sirB
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Aweel there be lessons ye'll no learn in schoolL
It tak's my breath away fairlyH
The ne'er do weel Colin the family foolL
And the graundest Allan o' AirlieH

Jean Blewett



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