Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election-no. 2 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDBD EFEGHEEE IJEJKLEL EMNMOPEP OQERSTST TCUCTVBV WHTHXEOE WTTFHYOY OOYOWOWO EYTYEZWZ YHHYOYOY EHOHWYOYhere | A |
For Murray's light horse are to muster | B |
And O how the heroes will swear | C |
And there will be Murray Commander | B |
And Gordon the battle to win | D |
Like brothers they'll stand by each other | B |
Sae knit in alliance and kin | D |
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And there will be black nebbit Johnie | E |
The tongue o' the trump to them a' | F |
An he get na Hell for his haddin' | E |
The Deil gets na justice ava | G |
And there will be Kempleton's birkie | H |
A boy no sae black at the bane | E |
But as to his fine Nabob fortune | E |
We'll e'en let the subject alane | E |
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And there will be Wigton's new Sheriff | I |
Dame Justice fu' brawly has sped | J |
She's gotten the heart of a Bushby | E |
But Lord what's become o' the head | J |
And there will be Cardoness Esquire | K |
Sae mighty in Cardoness' eyes | L |
A wight that will weather damnation | E |
The Devil the prey will despise | L |
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And there will be Douglasses doughty | E |
New christening towns far and near | M |
Abjuring their democrat doings | N |
By kissin' the o' a Peer | M |
And there will be folk frae Saint Mary's | O |
A house o' great merit and note | P |
The deil ane but honours them highly | E |
The deil ane will gie them his vote | P |
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And there will be Kenmure sae gen'rous | O |
Whose honour is proof to the storm | Q |
To save them from stark reprobation | E |
He lent them his name in the Firm | R |
And there will be lads o' the gospel | S |
Muirhead wha's as gude as he's true | T |
And there will be Buittle's Apostle | S |
Wha's mair o' the black than the blue | T |
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And there will be Logan M'Dowall | T |
Sculdudd'ry an' he will be there | C |
And also the Wild Scot o' Galloway | U |
Sogering gunpowder Blair | C |
But we winna mention Redcastle | T |
The body e'en let him escape | V |
He'd venture the gallows for siller | B |
An 'twere na the cost o' the rape | V |
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But where is the Doggerbank hero | W |
That made Hogan Mogan to skulk | H |
Poor Keith's gane to hell to be fuel | T |
The auld rotten wreck of a Hulk | H |
And where is our King's Lord Lieutenant | X |
Sae fam'd for his gratefu' return | E |
The birkie is gettin' his Questions | O |
To say in Saint Stephen's the morn | E |
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But mark ye there's trusty Kerroughtree | W |
Whose honor was ever his law | T |
If the Virtues were pack'd in a parcel | T |
His worth might be sample for a' | F |
And strang an' respectfu's his backing | H |
The maist o' the lairds wi' him stand | Y |
Nae gipsy like nominal barons | O |
Wha's property's paper not land | Y |
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And there frae the Niddisdale borders | O |
The Maxwells will gather in droves | O |
Teugh Jockie staunch Geordie an' Wellwood | Y |
That griens for the fishes and loaves | O |
And there will be Heron the Major | W |
Wha'll ne'er be forgot in the Greys | O |
Our flatt'ry we'll keep for some other | W |
HIM only it's justice to praise | O |
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And there will be maiden Kilkerran | E |
And also Barskimming's gude Knight | Y |
And there will be roarin Birtwhistle | T |
Yet luckily roars i' the right | Y |
And there'll be Stamp Office Johnie | E |
Tak tent how ye purchase a dram | Z |
And there will be gay Cassencarry | W |
And there'll be gleg Colonel Tam | Z |
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And there'll be wealthy young Richard | Y |
Dame Fortune should hing by the neck | H |
For prodigal thriftless bestowing | H |
His merit had won him respect | Y |
And there will be rich brother Nabobs | O |
Tho' Nabobs yet men not the worst | Y |
And there will be Collieston's whiskers | O |
And Quintin a lad o' the first | Y |
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Then hey the chaste Interest o' Broughton | E |
And hey for the blessin's 'twill bring | H |
It may send Balmaghie to the Commons | O |
In Sodom 'twould make him a king | H |
And hey for the sanctified Murray | W |
Our land wha wi' chapels has stor'd | Y |
He founder'd his horse among harlots | O |
But gied the auld naig to the Lord | Y |
Robert Burns
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