Bonie Jean: A Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABA CDEF GHIH JAKA JAJA LAMA CAFA JFMF JNJM OFJF PFQF JAJR| een | A |
| When a' our fairest maids were met | B |
| The fairest maid was bonie Jean | A |
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| And aye she wrought her mammie's wark | C |
| And aye she sang sae merrilie | D |
| The blythest bird upon the bush | E |
| Had ne'er a lighter heart than she | F |
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| But hawks will rob the tender joys | G |
| That bless the little lintwhite's nest | H |
| And frost will blight the fairest flowers | I |
| And love will break the soundest rest | H |
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| Young Robie was the brawest lad | J |
| The flower and pride of a' the glen | A |
| And he had owsen sheep and kye | K |
| And wanton naigies nine or ten | A |
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| He gaed wi' Jeanie to the tryste | J |
| He danc'd wi' Jeanie on the down | A |
| And lang ere witless Jeanie wist | J |
| Her heart was tint her peace was stown | A |
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| As in the bosom of the stream | L |
| The moon beam dwells at dewy e'en | A |
| So trembling pure was tender love | M |
| Within the breast of bonie Jean | A |
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| And now she works her mammie's wark | C |
| And aye she sighs wi' care and pain | A |
| Yet wist na what her ail might be | F |
| Or what wad make her weel again | A |
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| But did na Jeanie's heart loup light | J |
| And didna joy blink in her e'e | F |
| As Robie tauld a tale o' love | M |
| Ae e'ening on the lily lea | F |
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| The sun was sinking in the west | J |
| The birds sang sweet in ilka grove | N |
| His cheek to hers he fondly laid | J |
| And whisper'd thus his tale o' love | M |
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| O Jeanie fair I lo'e thee dear | O |
| O canst thou think to fancy me | F |
| Or wilt thou leave thy mammie's cot | J |
| And learn to tent the farms wi' me | F |
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| At barn or byre thou shalt na drudge | P |
| Or naething else to trouble thee | F |
| But stray amang the heather bells | Q |
| And tent the waving corn wi' me | F |
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| Now what could artless Jeanie do | J |
| She had nae will to say him na | A |
| At length she blush'd a sweet consent | J |
| And love was aye between them twa | R |
Robert Burns
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