Address Tothe Devil Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABABAACDADEEEFEFGG GBGBBBBGBGGGGGGGAAAH AHIIJBIBBBBABAGGGDGD BBBABAAAAGAGBBBBBBKL MDKDAAAFAFNNNHNOBBBN BNDDDDDHBBBEBEGGGAGA GGGN GN| O thou whatever title suit thee | A |
| Auld Hornie Satan Nick or Clootie | A |
| Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie | A |
| Clos'd under hatches | B |
| Spairges about the brunstane cootie | A |
| To scaud poor wretches | B |
| Hear me Auld Hangie for a wee | A |
| An' let poor damned bodies be | A |
| I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gie | C |
| E'en to a deil | D |
| To skelp an' scaud poor dogs like me | A |
| An' hear us squeel | D |
| Great is thy pow'r an' great thy fame | E |
| Far ken'd an' noted is thy name | E |
| An' tho' yon lowin heugh's thy hame | E |
| Thou travels far | F |
| An' faith thou's neither lag nor lame | E |
| Nor blate nor scaur | F |
| Whyles ranging like a roarin lion | G |
| For prey a' holes an' corners tryin | G |
| Whyles on the strong wing' d tempest flyin | G |
| Tirlin' the kirks | B |
| Whyles in the human bosom pryin | G |
| Unseen thou lurks | B |
| I've heard my rev'rend graunie say | B |
| In lanely glens ye like to stray | B |
| Or whare auld ruin'd castles gray | B |
| Nod to the moon | G |
| Ye fright the nightly wand'rer's way | B |
| Wi' eldritch croon | G |
| When twilight did my graunie summon | G |
| To say her pray'rs douce honest woman | G |
| Aft yont the dike she's heard you bummin | G |
| Wi' eerie drone | G |
| Or rustlin thro' the boortrees comin | G |
| Wi' heavy groan | G |
| Ae dreary windy winter night | A |
| The stars shot down wi' sklentin light | A |
| Wi' you mysel I gat a fright | A |
| Ayont the lough | H |
| Ye like a rash buss stood in sight | A |
| Wi' waving sugh | H |
| The cudgel in my nieve did shake | I |
| Each bristl'd hair stood like a stake | I |
| When wi' an eldritch stoor 'Quaick quaick ' | J |
| Amang the springs | B |
| Awa ye squatter'd like a drake | I |
| On whistling wings | B |
| Let warlocks grim an' wither'd hags | B |
| Tell how wi' you on ragweed nags | B |
| They skim the muirs an' dizzy crags | B |
| Wi' wicked speed | A |
| And in kirk yards renew their leagues | B |
| Owre howket dead | A |
| Thence countra wives wi' toil an' pain | G |
| May plunge an' plunge the kirn in vain | G |
| For oh the yellow treasure's taen | G |
| By witchin skill | D |
| An' dawtet twal pint hawkie's gaen | G |
| As yell's the bill | D |
| Thence mystic knots mak great abuse | B |
| On young guidmen fond keen an' croose | B |
| When the best wark lume i' the house | B |
| By cantraip wit | A |
| Is instant made no worth a louse | B |
| Just at the bit | A |
| When thowes dissolve the snawy hoord | A |
| An' float the jinglin icy boord | A |
| Then water kelpie s haunt the foord | A |
| By your direction | G |
| An' nighted trav'lers are allur'd | A |
| To their destruction | G |
| And aft your moss travers ing spunkies | B |
| Decoy the wight that late an drunk is | B |
| The bleezin curst mischievous monkeys | B |
| Delude his eyes | B |
| Till in some miry slough he sunk is | B |
| Ne'er mair to rise | B |
| When Masons' mystic word an grip | K |
| In storms an' tempests raise you up | L |
| Some cock or cat your rage maun stop | M |
| Or strange to tell | D |
| The youngest brither ye wad whip | K |
| Aff straught to hell | D |
| Lang syne in Eden'd bonie yard | A |
| When youthfu' lovers first were pair'd | A |
| An all the soul of love they shar'd | A |
| The raptur'd hour | F |
| Sweet on the fragrant flow'ry swaird | A |
| In shady bow'r | F |
| Then you ye auld snick drawin dog | N |
| Ye cam to Paradise incog | N |
| And play'd on man a cursed brogue | N |
| Black be your fa' | H |
| An gied the infant warld a shog | N |
| Maist ruin'd a' | O |
| D'ye mind that day when in a bizz | B |
| Wi' reeket duds an reestet gizz | B |
| Ye did present your smoutie phiz | B |
| Mang better folk | N |
| An' sklented on the man of Uz | B |
| Your spitefu' joke | N |
| An' how ye gat him i' your thrall | D |
| An' brak him out o' house and hal' | D |
| While scabs and blotches did him gall | D |
| Wi' bitter claw | D |
| An' lows'd his ill tongued wicked scaul | D |
| Was warst ava | H |
| But a' your doings to rehearse | B |
| Your wily snares an' fechtin fierce | B |
| Sin' that day Michael did you pierce | B |
| Down to this time | E |
| Wad ding a Lallan tongue or Erse | B |
| In prose or rhyme | E |
| An' now Auld Cloots I ken ye're thinkin | G |
| A certain Bardie's rantin drinkin | G |
| Some luckless hour will send him linkin | G |
| To your black pit | A |
| But faith he'll turn a corner jinkin | G |
| An' cheat you yet | A |
| But fare you weel Auld Nickie ben | G |
| O wad ye tak a thought an' men' | G |
| Ye aiblins might I dinna ken | G |
| Still hae a stake | N |
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| I'm wae to think upo' yon den | G |
| Ev'n for your sake | N |
Robert Burns
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