Address Of Beelzebub To The President Of The Highland Society. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDBBEEFFGGHHII JKLMFFNNOG PQMMMMNNMMRBNNMMMMBB SSTTUUNNBBNN V N| Long life my Lord an' health be yours | A |
| Unskaith'd by hunger'd Highland boors | A |
| Lord grant mae duddie desperate beggar | B |
| Wi' dirk claymore or rusty trigger | B |
| May twin auld Scotland o' a life | C |
| She likes as lambkins like a knife | C |
| Faith you and A s were right | D |
| To keep the Highland hounds in sight | D |
| I doubt na they wad bid nae better | B |
| Than let them ance out owre the water | B |
| Then up among the lakes and seas | E |
| They'll mak' what rules and laws they please | E |
| Some daring Hancock or a Franklin' | F |
| May set their Highland bluid a ranklin' | F |
| Some Washington again may head them | G |
| Or some Montgomery fearless lead them | G |
| Till God knows what may be effected | H |
| When by such heads and hearts directed | H |
| Poor dunghill sons of dirt and mire | I |
| May to Patrician rights aspire | I |
| Nae sage North now nor sager Sackville | J |
| To watch and premier o'er the pack vile | K |
| An' whare will ye get Howes and Clintons | L |
| To bring them to a right repentance | M |
| To cowe the rebel generation | F |
| An' save the honour o' the nation | F |
| They an' be d d what right hae they | N |
| To meat or sleep or light o' day | N |
| Far less to riches pow'r or freedom | O |
| But what your lordship likes to gie them | G |
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| But hear my lord Glengarry hear | P |
| Your hand's owre light on them I fear | Q |
| Your factors grieves trustees and bailies | M |
| I canna' say but they do gaylies | M |
| They lay aside a' tender mercies | M |
| An' tirl the hallions to the birses | M |
| Yet while they're only poind't and herriet | N |
| They'll keep their stubborn Highland spirit | N |
| But smash them crash them a' to spails | M |
| An' rot the dyvors i' the jails | M |
| The young dogs swinge them to the labour | R |
| Let wark an' hunger mak' them sober | B |
| The hizzies if they're aughtlins fawsont | N |
| Let them in Drury lane be lesson'd | N |
| An' if the wives an' dirty brats | M |
| E'en thigger at your doors an' yetts | M |
| Flaffan wi' duds an' grey wi' beas' | M |
| Frightin' awa your deuks an' geese | M |
| Get out a horsewhip or a jowler | B |
| The langest thong the fiercest growler | B |
| An' gar the tattered gypsies pack | S |
| Wi' a' their bastards on their back | S |
| Go on my Lord I lang to meet you | T |
| An' in my house at hame to greet you | T |
| Wi' common lords ye shanna mingle | U |
| The benmost neuk beside the ingle | U |
| At my right han' assigned your seat | N |
| 'Tween Herod's hip an Polycrate | N |
| Or if you on your station tarrow | B |
| Between Almagro and Pizarro | B |
| A seat I'm sure ye're weel deservin't | N |
| An' till ye come Your humble rervant | N |
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| BEELZEBUB | V |
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| June st Anno Mundi | N |
Robert Burns
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