89. The Ordination Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACADAE FGFGHGHGE GGGGGGGGE IGJGKGKGK KLKLKLKLK HKHKHKHKK MLMLMLMLK LLLLLLLLK GGGGGGGGK NAOAOAOAK AKAKAKAKK HAHAHAHAK AGAGAGAGK LLLLLLLLKations | A |
An' ye wha leather rax an' draw | B |
Of a' denominations | A |
Swith to the Ligh Kirk ane an' a' | C |
An' there tak up your stations | A |
Then aff to Begbie's in a raw | D |
An' pour divine libations | A |
For joy this day | E |
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Curst Common sense that imp o' hell | F |
Cam in wi' Maggie Lauder | G |
But Oliphant aft made her yell | F |
An' Russell sair misca'd her | G |
This day Mackinlay taks the flail | H |
An' he's the boy will blaud her | G |
He'll clap a shangan on her tail | H |
An' set the bairns to daud her | G |
Wi' dirt this day | E |
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Mak haste an' turn King David owre | G |
And lilt wi' holy clangor | G |
O' double verse come gie us four | G |
An' skirl up the Bangor | G |
This day the kirk kicks up a stoure | G |
Nae mair the knaves shall wrang her | G |
For Heresy is in her pow'r | G |
And gloriously she'll whang her | G |
Wi' pith this day | E |
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Come let a proper text be read | I |
An' touch it aff wi' vigour | G |
How graceless Ham leugh at his dad | J |
Which made Canaan a nigger | G |
Or Phineas drove the murdering blade | K |
Wi' whore abhorring rigour | G |
Or Zipporah the scauldin jad | K |
Was like a bluidy tiger | G |
I' th' inn that day | K |
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There try his mettle on the creed | K |
An' bind him down wi' caution | L |
That stipend is a carnal weed | K |
He taks by for the fashion | L |
And gie him o'er the flock to feed | K |
And punish each transgression | L |
Especial rams that cross the breed | K |
Gie them sufficient threshin | L |
Spare them nae day | K |
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Now auld Kilmarnock cock thy tail | H |
An' toss thy horns fu' canty | K |
Nae mair thou'lt rowt out owre the dale | H |
Because thy pasture's scanty | K |
For lapfu's large o' gospel kail | H |
Shall fill thy crib in plenty | K |
An' runts o' grace the pick an' wale | H |
No gi'en by way o' dainty | K |
But ilka day | K |
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Nae mair by Babel's streams we'll weep | M |
To think upon our Zion | L |
And hing our fiddles up to sleep | M |
Like baby clouts a dryin | L |
Come screw the pegs wi' tunefu' cheep | M |
And o'er the thairms be tryin | L |
Oh rare to see our elbucks wheep | M |
And a' like lamb tails flyin | L |
Fu' fast this day | K |
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Lang Patronage with rod o' airn | L |
Has shor'd the Kirk's undoin | L |
As lately Fenwick sair forfairn | L |
Has proven to its ruin | L |
Our patron honest man Glencairn | L |
He saw mischief was brewin | L |
An' like a godly elect bairn | L |
He's waled us out a true ane | L |
And sound this day | K |
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Now Robertson harangue nae mair | G |
But steek your gab for ever | G |
Or try the wicked town of Ayr | G |
For there they'll think you clever | G |
Or nae reflection on your lear | G |
Ye may commence a shaver | G |
Or to the Netherton repair | G |
An' turn a carpet weaver | G |
Aff hand this day | K |
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Mu'trie and you were just a match | N |
We never had sic twa drones | A |
Auld Hornie did the Laigh Kirk watch | O |
Just like a winkin baudrons | A |
And aye he catch'd the tither wretch | O |
To fry them in his caudrons | A |
But now his Honour maun detach | O |
Wi' a' his brimstone squadrons | A |
Fast fast this day | K |
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See see auld Orthodoxy's faes | A |
She's swingein thro' the city | K |
Hark how the nine tail'd cat she plays | A |
I vow it's unco pretty | K |
There Learning with his Greekish face | A |
Grunts out some Latin ditty | K |
And Common sense is gaun she says | A |
To mak to Jamie Beattie | K |
Her plaint this day | K |
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But there's Morality himsel' | H |
Embracing all opinions | A |
Hear how he gies the tither yell | H |
Between his twa companions | A |
See how she peels the skin an' fell | H |
As ane were peelin onions | A |
Now there they're packed aff to hell | H |
An' banish'd our dominions | A |
Henceforth this day | K |
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O happy day rejoice rejoice | A |
Come bouse about the porter | G |
Morality's demure decoys | A |
Shall here nae mair find quarter | G |
Mackinlay Russell are the boys | A |
That heresy can torture | G |
They'll gie her on a rape a hoyse | A |
And cowe her measure shorter | G |
By th' head some day | K |
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Come bring the tither mutchkin in | L |
And here's for a conclusion | L |
To ev'ry New Light mother's son | L |
From this time forth Confusion | L |
If mair they deave us wi' their din | L |
Or Patronage intrusion | L |
We'll light a spunk and ev'ry skin | L |
We'll rin them aff in fusion | L |
Like oil some day | K |
Robert Burns
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