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Death And Dr. Hornbook Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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SOME books are lies frae end to end	A
And some great lies were never penn'd	A
Ev'n ministers they hae been kenn'd	A
In holy rapture	B
A rousing whid at times to vend	A
And nail't wi' Scripture	B
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But this that I am gaun to tell	C
Which lately on a night befell	C
Is just as true's the Deil's in hell	C
Or Dublin city	A
That e'er he nearer comes oursel'	C
'S a muckle pity	A
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The clachan yill had made me canty	A
I was na fou but just had plenty	A
I stacher'd whiles but yet too tent aye	D
To free the ditches	E
An' hillocks stanes an' bushes kenn'd eye	D
Frae ghaists an' witches	E
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The rising moon began to glowre	B
The distant Cumnock hills out owre	B
To count her horns wi' a my pow'r	B
I set mysel'	C
But whether she had three or four	B
I cou'd na tell	C
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I was come round about the hill	C
An' todlin down on Willie's mill	C
Setting my staff wi' a' my skill	C
To keep me sicker	B
Tho' leeward whiles against my will	C
I took a bicker	B
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I there wi' Something did forgather	B
That pat me in an eerie swither	B
An' awfu' scythe out owre ae shouther	B
Clear dangling hang	F
A three tae'd leister on the ither	B
Lay large an' lang	F
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Its stature seem'd lang Scotch ells twa	G
The queerest shape that e'er I saw	H
For fient a wame it had ava	I
And then its shanks	J
They were as thin as sharp an' sma'	K
As cheeks o' branks	J
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Guid een quo' I Friend hae ye been mawin	L
When ither folk are busy sawin	L
I seem'd to make a kind o' stan'	L
But naething spak	M
At length says I Friend whare ye gaun	L
Will ye go back	M
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It spak right howe My name is Death	N
But be na fley'd Quoth I Guid faith	O
Ye're maybe come to stap my breath	N
But tent me billie	C
I red ye weel tak care o' skaith	N
See there's a gully	C
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Gudeman quo' he put up your whittle	C
I'm no designed to try its mettle	C
But if I did I wad be kittle	C
To be mislear'd	A
I wad na mind it no that spittle	C
Out owre my beard	A
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Weel weel says I a bargain be't	A
Come gie's your hand an' sae we're gree't	A
We'll ease our shanks an tak a seat	A
Come gie's your news	P
This while ye hae been mony a gate	A
At mony a house	Q
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Ay ay quo' he an' shook his head	A
It's e'en a lang lang time indeed	A
Sin' I began to nick the thread	A
An' choke the breath	N
Folk maun do something for their bread	A
An' sae maun Death	N
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Sax thousand years are near hand fled	A
Sin' I was to the butching bred	A
An' mony a scheme in vain's been laid	A
To stap or scar me	A
Till ane Hornbook's ta'en up the trade	A
And faith he'll waur me	A
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Ye ken Hornbook i' the clachan	L
Deil mak his king's hood in spleuchan	L
He's grown sae weel acquaint wi' Buchan	L
And ither chaps	R
The weans haud out their fingers laughin	L
An' pouk my hips	S
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See here's a scythe an' there's dart	A
They hae pierc'd mony a gallant heart	A
But Doctor Hornbook wi' his art	A
An' cursed skill	C
Has made them baith no worth a f t	A
D n'd haet they'll kill	C
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'Twas but yestreen nae farther gane	L
I threw a noble throw at ane	L
Wi' less I'm sure I've hundreds slain	L
But deil ma care	B
It just play'd dirl on the bane	L
But did nae mair	B
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Hornbook was by wi' ready art	A
An' had sae fortify'd the part	A
That when I looked to my dart	A
It was sae blunt	A
Fient haet o't wad hae pierc'd the heart	A
Of a kail runt	A
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I drew my scythe in sic a fury	A
I near hand cowpit wi' my hurry	A
But yet the bauld Apothecary	A
Withstood the shock	T
I might as weel hae tried a quarry	A
O' hard whin rock	T
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Ev'n them he canna get attended	A
Altho' their face he ne'er had kend it	A
Just in a kail blade an' sent it	A
As soon's he smells 't	A
Baith their disease and what will mend it	A
At once he tells 't	A
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And then a' doctor's saws an' whittles	S
Of a' dimensions shapes an' mettles	S
A' kind o' boxes mugs an' bottles	S
He's sure to hae	U
Their Latin names as fast he rattles	S
As A B C	A
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Calces o' fossils earths and trees	S
True sal marinum o' the seas	S
The farina of beans an' pease	S
He has't in plenty	A
Aqua fontis what you please	S
He can content ye	A
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Forbye some new uncommon weapons	S
Urinus spiritus of capons	S
Or mite horn shavings filings scrapings	S
Distill'd per se	S
Sal alkali o' midge tail clippings	S
And mony mae	K
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Waes me for Johnie Ged's Hole now	L
Quoth I if that thae news be true	B
His braw calf ward whare gowans grew	B
Sae white and bonie	L
Nae doubt they'll rive it wi' the plew	B
They'll ruin Johnie	L
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The creature grain'd an eldritch laugh	V
And says Ye needna yoke the pleugh	V
Kirkyards will soon be till'd eneugh	V
Tak ye nae fear	B
They'll be trench'd wi' mony a sheugh	W
In twa three year	B
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Whare I kill'd ane a fair strae death	N
By loss o' blood or want of breath	N
This night I'm free to tak my aith	N
That Hornbook's skill	C
Has clad a score i' their last claith	N
By drap an' pill	C
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An honest wabster to his trade	A
Whase wife's twa nieves were scarce weel bred	A
Gat tippence worth to mend her head	A
When it was sair	B
The wife slade cannie to her bed	A
But ne'er spak mair	B
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A country laird had ta'en the batts	S
Or some curmurring in his guts	S
His only son for Hornbook sets	S
An' pays him well	C
The lad for twa guid gimmer pets	S
Was laird himsel'	C
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A bonie lass ye kend her name	K
Some ill brewn drink had hov'd her wame	K
She trusts hersel' to hide the shame	K
In Hornbook's care	B
Horn sent her aff to her lang hame	K
To hide it there	B
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That's just a swatch o' Hornbook's way	K
Thus goes he on from day to day	K
Thus does he poison kill an' slay	K
An's weel paid for't	L
Yet stops me o' my lawfu' prey	K
Wi' his d n'd dirt	A
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But hark I'll tell you of a plot	A
Tho' dinna ye be speakin o't	L
I'll nail the self conceited sot	A
As dead's a herrin	L
Neist time we meet I'll wad a groat	A
He gets his fairin	L
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But just as he began to tell	C
The auld kirk hammer strak the bell	C
Some wee short hour ayont the twal'	C
Which rais'd us baith	N
I took the way that pleas'd mysel'	C
And sae did Death	N