Epistle To Dr. Blacklock Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAABA CCCDCD EEFBFB DDDBDB GGGHGH GGGBGB DDDGDG IIFDID JJJKJK BBBLBGELLISLAND 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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