Bonnie Jean. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDC A EFGH A IJKJ L MNON L MPMP L QPLP L EPLP L MLLL K MLML K RLML L SLKL K MPMT| I | A |
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| There was a lass and she was fair | B |
| At kirk and market to be seen | C |
| When a' the fairest maids were met | D |
| The fairest maid was bonnie Jean | C |
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| II | A |
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| And aye she wrought her mammie's wark | E |
| And ay she sang so merrilie | F |
| The blithest bird upon the bush | G |
| Had ne'er a lighter heart than she | H |
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| III | A |
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| But hawks will rob the tender joys | I |
| That bless the little lintwhite's nest | J |
| And frost will blight the fairest flowers | K |
| And love will break the soundest rest | J |
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| IV | L |
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| Young Robie was the brawest lad | M |
| The flower and pride of a' the glen | N |
| And he had owsen sheep and kye | O |
| And wanton naigies nine or ten | N |
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| V | L |
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| He gaed wi' Jeanie to the tryste | M |
| He danc'd wi' Jeanie on the down | P |
| And lang ere witless Jeanie wist | M |
| Her heart was tint her peace was stown | P |
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| VI | L |
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| As in the bosom o' the stream | Q |
| The moon beam dwells at dewy e'en | P |
| So trembling pure was tender love | L |
| Within the breast o' bonnie Jean | P |
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| VII | L |
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| And now she works her mammie's wark | E |
| And ay she sighs wi' care and pain | P |
| Yet wist na what her ail might be | L |
| Or what wad mak her weel again | P |
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| VIII | L |
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| But did na Jeanie's heart loup light | M |
| And did na joy blink in her e'e | L |
| As Robie tauld a tale of love | L |
| Ae e'enin' on the lily lea | L |
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| IX | K |
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| The sun was sinking in the west | M |
| The birds sung sweet in ilka grove | L |
| His cheek to hers he fondly prest | M |
| And whisper'd thus his tale o' love | L |
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| X | K |
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| O Jeanie fair I lo'e thee dear | R |
| O canst thou think to fancy me | L |
| Or wilt thou leave thy mammie's cot | M |
| And learn to tent the farms wi' me | L |
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| XI | L |
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| At barn or byre thou shalt na drudge | S |
| Or naething else to trouble thee | L |
| But stray amang the heather bells | K |
| And tent the waving corn wi' me | L |
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| XII | K |
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| Now what could artless Jeanie do | M |
| She had nae will to say him na | P |
| At length she blush'd a sweet consent | M |
| And love was ay between them twa | T |
Robert Burns
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