Auld Farmer's New-year-morning Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABAB AAABAB AAABAB CCCACA AAAAAA BBBDBD EEEAEA FFFBGB EEEBEB EEEEEE AAAHAH BBBHBH IIIHIH BBBEBJ KHJBJB BBBBBB AAAFAL HHHAHAA Guide New year I wish thee Maggie | A |
Hae there's a ripp to thy auld baggie | A |
Tho' thou's howe backit now an' knaggie | A |
I've seen the day | B |
There could hae gaen like ony staggie | A |
Out owre the lay | B |
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Tho' now thou's dowie stiff an' crazy | A |
An' thy auld hide as white's a daisie | A |
I've seen the dappl't sleek an' glaizie | A |
A bonie gray | B |
He should been tight that daur't to raize thee | A |
Ance in a day | B |
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Thou ance was i' the foremost rank | A |
A filly buirdly steeve an' swank | A |
An' set weel down a shapely shank | A |
As e'er tread yird | B |
An' could hae flown out owre a stank | A |
Like ony bird | B |
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It's now some nine an' twenty year | C |
Sin' thou was my guid father's mear | C |
He gied me thee o' tocher clear | C |
An' fifty mark | A |
Tho' it was sma' 'twas weel won gear | C |
An' thou was stark | A |
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When first I gaed to woo my Jenny | A |
Ye then was trotting wi' your minnie | A |
Tho' ye was trickie slee an funnie | A |
Ye ne'er was donsie | A |
But hamely tawie quiet an' cannie | A |
An' unco sonsie | A |
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That day ye pranc'd wi' muckle pride | B |
When ye bure hame my bonie bride | B |
An' sweet an' gracefu' she did ride | B |
Wi' maiden air | D |
Kyle Stewart I could bragged wide | B |
For sic a pair | D |
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Tho' now ye dow but hoyte and hobble | E |
An' wintle like a saumont coble | E |
That day ye was a jinker noble | E |
For heels an' win' | A |
An' ran them till they a' did wauble | E |
Far far behin' | A |
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When thou an' I were young an' skeigh | F |
An' stable meals at fairs were dreigh | F |
How thou wad prance and snore an' skreigh | F |
An' tak the road | B |
Town's bodies ran an' stood abeigh | G |
An' ca't thee mad | B |
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When thou was corn't an' I was mellow | E |
We took the road aye like a swallow | E |
At brooses thou had ne'er a fellow | E |
For pith an' speed | B |
But ev'ry tail thou pay't them hollow | E |
Whare'er thou gaed | B |
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The sma' droop rumpl't hunter cattle | E |
Might aiblins waurt thee for a brattle | E |
But sax Scotch mile thou try't their mettle | E |
An' gar't them whaizle | E |
Nae whip nor spur but just a wattle | E |
O' saugh or hazel | E |
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Thou was a noble fittie lan' | A |
As e'er in tug or tow was drawn | A |
Aft thee an' I in aught hours' gaun | A |
In guid March weather | H |
Hae turn'd sax rood beside our han' | A |
For days thegither | H |
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Thou never braing't an' fetch't an' fliskit | B |
But thy auld tail thou wad hae whiskit | B |
An' spread abreed thy weel fill'd brisket | B |
Wi' pith an' power | H |
Till sprittie knowes wad rair't an' riskit | B |
An' slypet owre | H |
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When frosts lay lang an' snaws were deep | I |
An' threaten'd labour back to keep | I |
I gied thy cog a wee bit heap | I |
Aboon the timmer | H |
I ken'd my Maggie wad na sleep | I |
For that or simmer | H |
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In cart or car thou never reestit | B |
The steyest brae thou wad hae fac't it | B |
Thou never lap an' sten't and breastit | B |
Then stood to blaw | E |
But just thy step a wee thing hastit | B |
Thou snoov't awa | J |
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My pleugh is now thy bairn time a' | K |
Four gallant brutes as e'er did draw | H |
Forbye sax mae I've sell't awa | J |
That thou hast nurst | B |
They drew me thretteen pund an' twa | J |
The vera warst | B |
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Mony a sair daurk we twa hae wrought | B |
An' wi' the weary warl' fought | B |
An' mony an anxious day I thought | B |
We wad be beat | B |
Yet here to crazy age we're brought | B |
Wi' something yet | B |
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An' think na' my auld trusty servan' | A |
That now perhaps thou's less deservin | A |
An' thy auld days may end in starvin | A |
For my last fow | F |
A heapit stimpart I'll reserve ane | A |
Laid by for you | L |
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We've worn to crazy years thegither | H |
We'll toyte about wi' ane anither | H |
Wi' tentie care I'll flit thy tether | H |
To some hain'd rig | A |
Whare ye may nobly rax your leather | H |
Wi' sma' fatigue | A |
Robert Burns
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