Epistle To James Tennant Of Glenconner Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCBCDEEBBBBFFGGHH DDDDBBAABB DDHHIIAA GGJJAAGGEEGGAABBHHKK KKKGGEE LLDDGG| AULD comrade dear and brither sinner | A |
| How's a' the folk about Glenconner | A |
| How do you this blae eastlin wind | B |
| That's like to blaw a body blind | B |
| For me my faculties are frozen | C |
| My dearest member nearly dozen'd | B |
| I've sent you here by Johnie Simson | C |
| Twa sage philosophers to glimpse on | D |
| Smith wi' his sympathetic feeling | E |
| An' Reid to common sense appealing | E |
| Philosophers have fought and wrangled | B |
| An' meikle Greek an' Latin mangled | B |
| Till wi' their logic jargon tir'd | B |
| And in the depth of science mir'd | B |
| To common sense they now appeal | F |
| What wives and wabsters see and feel | F |
| But hark ye friend I charge you strictly | G |
| Peruse them an' return them quickly | G |
| For now I'm grown sae cursed douce | H |
| I pray and ponder butt the house | H |
| My shins my lane I there sit roastin' | D |
| Perusing Bunyan Brown an' Boston | D |
| Till by an' by if I haud on | D |
| I'll grunt a real gospel groan | D |
| Already I begin to try it | B |
| To cast my e'en up like a pyet | B |
| When by the gun she tumbles o'er | A |
| Flutt'ring an' gasping in her gore | A |
| Sae shortly you shall see me bright | B |
| A burning an' a shining light | B |
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| My heart warm love to guid auld Glen | D |
| The ace an' wale of honest men | D |
| When bending down wi' auld grey hairs | H |
| Beneath the load of years and cares | H |
| May He who made him still support him | I |
| An' views beyond the grave comfort him | I |
| His worthy fam'ly far and near | A |
| God bless them a' wi' grace and gear | A |
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| My auld schoolfellow Preacher Willie | G |
| The manly tar my mason billie | G |
| And Auchenbay I wish him joy | J |
| If he's a parent lass or boy | J |
| May he be dad and Meg the mither | A |
| Just five and forty years thegither | A |
| And no forgetting wabster Charlie | G |
| I'm tauld he offers very fairly | G |
| An' Lord remember singing Sannock | E |
| Wi' hale breeks saxpence an' a bannock | E |
| And next my auld acquaintance Nancy | G |
| Since she is fitted to her fancy | G |
| An' her kind stars hae airted till her | A |
| gA guid chiel wi' a pickle siller | A |
| My kindest best respects I sen' it | B |
| To cousin Kate an' sister Janet | B |
| Tell them frae me wi' chiels be cautious | H |
| For faith they'll aiblins fin' them fashious | H |
| To grant a heart is fairly civil | K |
| But to grant a maidenhead's the devil | K |
| An' lastly Jamie for yoursel | K |
| May guardian angels tak a spell | K |
| An' steer you seven miles south o' hell | K |
| But first before you see heaven's glory | G |
| May ye get mony a merry story | G |
| Mony a laugh and mony a drink | E |
| And aye eneugh o' needfu' clink | E |
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| Now fare ye weel an' joy be wi' you | L |
| For my sake this I beg it o' you | L |
| Assist poor Simson a' ye can | D |
| Ye'll fin him just an honest man | D |
| Sae I conclude and quat my chanter | G |
| Your's saint or sinner ROB THE RANTER | G |
Robert Burns
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