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 seeA
A humble poet wishesB
My bardship here at your LeveeA
On sic a day as this isB
Is sure an uncouth sight to seeA
Amang thae birth day dressesC
Sae fine this dayD
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I see ye're complimented thrangE
By mony a lord an' ladyA
God save the King 's a cuckoo sangE
That's unco easy said ayeF
The poets too a venal gangE
Wi' rhymes weel turn'd an' readyA
Wad gar you trow ye ne'er do wrangE
But aye unerring steadyA
On sic a dayD
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For me before a monarch's faceG
Ev'n there I winna flatterH
For neither pension post nor placeG
Am I your humble debtorH
So nae reflection on your GraceG
Your Kingship to bespatterH
There's mony waur been o' the raceG
And aiblins ane been betterH
Than you this dayD
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'Tis very true my sovereign KingE
My skill may weel be doubtedI
But facts are chiels that winna dingE
An' downa be disputedJ
Your royal nest beneath your wingE
Is e'en right reft and cloutedJ
And now the third part o' the stringE
An' less will gang aboot itJ
Than did ae dayJ
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Far be't frae me that I aspireH
To blame your legislationK
Or say ye wisdom want or fireH
To rule this mighty nationK
But faith I muckle doubt my sireH
Ye've trusted ministrationK
To chaps wha in barn or byreH
Wad better fill'd their stationK
Than courts yon dayJ
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And now ye've gien auld Britain peaceL
Her broken shins to plaisterH
Your sair taxation does her fleeceL
Till she has scarce a testerH
For me thank God my life's a leaseL
Nae bargain wearin' fasterH
Or faith I fear that wi' the geeseL
I shortly boost to pastureH
I' the craft some dayJ
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I'm no mistrusting Willie PittJ
When taxes he enlargesB
An' Will's a true guid fallow's getJ
A name not envy spairgesB
That he intends to pay your debtJ
An' lessen a' your chargesB
But God sake let nae saving fitJ
Abridge your bonie bargesB
An'boats this dayJ
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Adieu my Liege may freedom geckE
Beneath your high protectionK
An' may ye rax Corruption's neckE
And gie her for dissectionK
But since I'm here I'll no neglectJ
In loyal true affectionK
To pay your Queen wi' due respectJ
May fealty an' subjectionK
This great birth dayJ
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Hail Majesty most ExcellentJ
While nobles strive to please yeA
Will ye accept a complimentJ
A simple poet gies yeA
Thae bonie bairntime Heav'n has lentJ
Still higher may they heeze yeA
In bliss till fate some day is sentJ
For ever to release yeA
Frae care that dayJ
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For you young Potentate o'WalesB
I tell your highness fairlyA
Down Pleasure's stream wi' swelling sailsB
I'm tauld ye're driving rarelyA
But some day ye may gnaw your nailsB
An' curse your folly sairlyA
That e'er ye brak Diana's palesB
Or rattl'd dice wi' CharlieA
By night or dayJ
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Yet aft a ragged cowt's been knownK
To mak a noble aiverH
So ye may doucely fill the throneK
For a'their clish ma claverH
There him at Agincourt wha shoneK
Few better were or braverH
And yet wi' funny queer Sir JohnK
He was an unco shaverH
For mony a dayJ
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For you right rev'rend OsnaburgE
Nane sets the lawn sleeve sweeterH
Altho' a ribbon at your lugE
Wad been a dress completerH
As ye disown yon paughty dogE
That bears the keys of PeterH
Then swith an' get a wife to hugE
Or trowth ye'll stain the mitreH
Some luckless dayJ
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Young royal Tarry breeks I learnK
Ye've lately come athwart herH
A glorious galley stem and sternK
Weel rigg'd for Venus' barterH
But first hang out that she'll discernK
Your hymeneal charterH
Then heave aboard your grapple airnK
An' large upon her quarterH
Come full that dayJ
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Ye lastly bonie blossoms a'M
Ye royal lasses daintyH
Heav'n mak you guid as well as brawH
An' gie you lads a plentyH
But sneer na British boys awaN
For kings are unco scant ayeF
An' German gentles are but sma'O
They're better just than want ayeF
On ony dayJ
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Gad bless you a' consider nowK
Ye're unco muckle dautitJ
But ere the course o' life be throughH
It may be bitter sautitJ
An' I hae seen their coggie fouA
That yet hae tarrow't at itJ
But or the day was done I trowH
The laggen they hae clautitJ
Fu' clean that dayJ

Robert Burns



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