Epistle To Dr. Blacklock Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAABA CCCDCD EEFBFB DDDBDB GGGHGH GGGBGB DDDGDG IIFDID JJJKJK BBBLBG| ELLISLAND st Oct WOW but your letter made me vauntie | A |
| And are ye hale and weel and cantie | A |
| I ken'd it still your wee bit jauntie | A |
| Wad bring ye to | A |
| Lord send you aye as weel's I want ye | B |
| And then ye'll do | A |
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| The ill thief blaw the Heron south | C |
| And never drink be near his drouth | C |
| He tauld myself by word o' mouth | C |
| He'd tak my letter | D |
| I lippen'd to the chiel in trouth | C |
| And bade nae better | D |
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| But aiblins honest Master Heron | E |
| Had at the time some dainty fair one | E |
| To ware this theologic care on | F |
| And holy study | B |
| And tired o' sauls to waste his lear on | F |
| E'en tried the body | B |
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| But what d'ye think my trusty fere | D |
| I'm turned a gauger Peace be here | D |
| Parnassian queans I fear I fear | D |
| Ye'll now disdain me | B |
| And then my fifty pounds a year | D |
| Will little gain me | B |
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| Ye glaikit gleesome dainty damies | G |
| Wha by Castalia's wimplin streamies | G |
| Lowp sing and lave your pretty limbies | G |
| Ye ken ye ken | H |
| That strang necessity supreme is | G |
| 'Mang sons o' men | H |
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| I hae a wife and twa wee laddies | G |
| They maun hae brose and brats o' duddies | G |
| Ye ken yoursels my heart right proud is | G |
| I need na vaunt | B |
| But I'll sned besoms thraw saugh woodies | G |
| Before they want | B |
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| Lord help me thro' this warld o' care | D |
| I'm weary sick o't late and air | D |
| Not but I hae a richer share | D |
| Than mony ithers | G |
| But why should ae man better fare | D |
| And a' men brithers | G |
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| Come Firm Resolve take thou the van | I |
| Thou stalk o' carl hemp in man | I |
| And let us mind faint heart ne'er wan | F |
| A lady fair | D |
| Wha does the utmost that he can | I |
| Will whiles do mair | D |
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| But to conclude my silly rhyme | J |
| I'm scant o' verse and scant o' time | J |
| To make a happy fireside clime | J |
| To weans and wife | K |
| That's the true pathos and sublime | J |
| Of human life | K |
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| My compliments to sister Beckie | B |
| And eke the same to honest Lucky | B |
| I wat she is a daintie chuckie | B |
| As e'er tread clay | L |
| And gratefully my gude auld cockie | B |
| I'm yours for aye ROBERT BURNS | G |
Robert Burns
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