A Dream Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABACD EAEFEAEAD GHGHGHGHD EIEJEJEJJ HKHKHKHKJ LHLHLHLHJ JBJBJBJBJ EKEKJKJKJ JAJAJAJAJ BABABABAJ KHKHKHKHJ EHEHEHEHJ KHKHKHKHJ MHHHNFOFJ KJHJAJHJJ| On ev'ry new birth day ye see | A |
| A humble poet wishes | B |
| My bardship here at your Levee | A |
| On sic a day as this is | B |
| Is sure an uncouth sight to see | A |
| Amang thae birth day dresses | C |
| Sae fine this day | D |
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| I see ye're complimented thrang | E |
| By mony a lord an' lady | A |
| God save the King 's a cuckoo sang | E |
| That's unco easy said aye | F |
| The poets too a venal gang | E |
| Wi' rhymes weel turn'd an' ready | A |
| Wad gar you trow ye ne'er do wrang | E |
| But aye unerring steady | A |
| On sic a day | D |
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| For me before a monarch's face | G |
| Ev'n there I winna flatter | H |
| For neither pension post nor place | G |
| Am I your humble debtor | H |
| So nae reflection on your Grace | G |
| Your Kingship to bespatter | H |
| There's mony waur been o' the race | G |
| And aiblins ane been better | H |
| Than you this day | D |
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| 'Tis very true my sovereign King | E |
| My skill may weel be doubted | I |
| But facts are chiels that winna ding | E |
| An' downa be disputed | J |
| Your royal nest beneath your wing | E |
| Is e'en right reft and clouted | J |
| And now the third part o' the string | E |
| An' less will gang aboot it | J |
| Than did ae day | J |
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| Far be't frae me that I aspire | H |
| To blame your legislation | K |
| Or say ye wisdom want or fire | H |
| To rule this mighty nation | K |
| But faith I muckle doubt my sire | H |
| Ye've trusted ministration | K |
| To chaps wha in barn or byre | H |
| Wad better fill'd their station | K |
| Than courts yon day | J |
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| And now ye've gien auld Britain peace | L |
| Her broken shins to plaister | H |
| Your sair taxation does her fleece | L |
| Till she has scarce a tester | H |
| For me thank God my life's a lease | L |
| Nae bargain wearin' faster | H |
| Or faith I fear that wi' the geese | L |
| I shortly boost to pasture | H |
| I' the craft some day | J |
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| I'm no mistrusting Willie Pitt | J |
| When taxes he enlarges | B |
| An' Will's a true guid fallow's get | J |
| A name not envy spairges | B |
| That he intends to pay your debt | J |
| An' lessen a' your charges | B |
| But God sake let nae saving fit | J |
| Abridge your bonie barges | B |
| An'boats this day | J |
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| Adieu my Liege may freedom geck | E |
| Beneath your high protection | K |
| An' may ye rax Corruption's neck | E |
| And gie her for dissection | K |
| But since I'm here I'll no neglect | J |
| In loyal true affection | K |
| To pay your Queen wi' due respect | J |
| May fealty an' subjection | K |
| This great birth day | J |
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| Hail Majesty most Excellent | J |
| While nobles strive to please ye | A |
| Will ye accept a compliment | J |
| A simple poet gies ye | A |
| Thae bonie bairntime Heav'n has lent | J |
| Still higher may they heeze ye | A |
| In bliss till fate some day is sent | J |
| For ever to release ye | A |
| Frae care that day | J |
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| For you young Potentate o'Wales | B |
| I tell your highness fairly | A |
| Down Pleasure's stream wi' swelling sails | B |
| I'm tauld ye're driving rarely | A |
| But some day ye may gnaw your nails | B |
| An' curse your folly sairly | A |
| That e'er ye brak Diana's pales | B |
| Or rattl'd dice wi' Charlie | A |
| By night or day | J |
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| Yet aft a ragged cowt's been known | K |
| To mak a noble aiver | H |
| So ye may doucely fill the throne | K |
| For a'their clish ma claver | H |
| There him at Agincourt wha shone | K |
| Few better were or braver | H |
| And yet wi' funny queer Sir John | K |
| He was an unco shaver | H |
| For mony a day | J |
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| For you right rev'rend Osnaburg | E |
| Nane sets the lawn sleeve sweeter | H |
| Altho' a ribbon at your lug | E |
| Wad been a dress completer | H |
| As ye disown yon paughty dog | E |
| That bears the keys of Peter | H |
| Then swith an' get a wife to hug | E |
| Or trowth ye'll stain the mitre | H |
| Some luckless day | J |
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| Young royal Tarry breeks I learn | K |
| Ye've lately come athwart her | H |
| A glorious galley stem and stern | K |
| Weel rigg'd for Venus' barter | H |
| But first hang out that she'll discern | K |
| Your hymeneal charter | H |
| Then heave aboard your grapple airn | K |
| An' large upon her quarter | H |
| Come full that day | J |
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| Ye lastly bonie blossoms a' | M |
| Ye royal lasses dainty | H |
| Heav'n mak you guid as well as braw | H |
| An' gie you lads a plenty | H |
| But sneer na British boys awa | N |
| For kings are unco scant aye | F |
| An' German gentles are but sma' | O |
| They're better just than want aye | F |
| On ony day | J |
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| Gad bless you a' consider now | K |
| Ye're unco muckle dautit | J |
| But ere the course o' life be through | H |
| It may be bitter sautit | J |
| An' I hae seen their coggie fou | A |
| That yet hae tarrow't at it | J |
| But or the day was done I trow | H |
| The laggen they hae clautit | J |
| Fu' clean that day | J |
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