Elegy On The Year 1788 A Sketch. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFFGGAAHHGGBB AAAA IIJJAAKKHHAAA LFor Lords or Kings I dinna mourn | A |
E'en let them die for that they're born | A |
But oh prodigious to reflec' | B |
A Towmont Sirs is gane to wreck | B |
O Eighty eight in thy sma' space | C |
What dire events ha'e taken place | C |
Of what enjoyments thou hast reft us | D |
In what a pickle thou hast left us | D |
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The Spanish empire's tint a head | E |
An' my auld toothless Bawtie's dead | E |
The tulzie's sair 'tween Pitt and Fox | F |
And our guid wife's wee birdie cocks | F |
The tane is game a bluidie devil | G |
But to the hen birds unco civil | G |
The tither's something dour o' treadin' | A |
But better stuff ne'er claw'd a midden | A |
Ye ministers come mount the pu'pit | H |
An' cry till ye be hearse an' roupet | H |
For Eighty eight he wish'd you weel | G |
An' gied you a' baith gear an' meal | G |
E'en mony a plack and mony a peck | B |
Ye ken yoursels for little feck | B |
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Ye bonnie lasses dight your e'en | A |
For some o' you ha'e tint a frien' | A |
In Eighty eight ye ken was ta'en | A |
What ye'll ne'er ha'e to gie again | A |
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Observe the very nowt an' sheep | I |
How dowf and dowie now they creep | I |
Nay even the yirth itsel' does cry | J |
For Embro' wells are grutten dry | J |
O Eighty nine thou's but a bairn | A |
An' no owre auld I hope to learn | A |
Thou beardless boy I pray tak' care | K |
Thou now has got thy daddy's chair | K |
Nae hand cuff'd mizl'd hap shackl'd Regent | H |
But like himsel' a full free agent | H |
Be sure ye follow out the plan | A |
Nae waur than he did honest man | A |
As muckle better as ye can | A |
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January | L |
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