Epistle To John Rankine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABAB BBBCBD EEEFEF FFFGAG DDDHDH FFFIFI AAAAAA JKLDKD MNNGML OOODOD GGGLPA QRRBRB DDDSDS| n an' drinkin | A |
| There's mony godly folks are thinkin | A |
| Your dreams and tricks | B |
| Will send you Korah like a sinkin | A |
| Straught to auld Nick's | B |
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| Ye hae saw mony cracks an' cants | B |
| And in your wicked drucken rants | B |
| Ye mak a devil o' the saunts | B |
| An' fill them fou | C |
| And then their failings flaws an' wants | B |
| Are a' seen thro' | D |
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| Hypocrisy in mercy spare it | E |
| That holy robe O dinna tear it | E |
| Spare't for their sakes wha aften wear it | E |
| The lads in black | F |
| But your curst wit when it comes near it | E |
| Rives't aff their back | F |
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| Think wicked Sinner wha ye're skaithing | F |
| It's just the Blue gown badge an' claithing | F |
| O' saunts tak that ye lea'e them naething | F |
| To ken them by | G |
| Frae ony unregenerate heathen | A |
| Like you or I | G |
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| I've sent you here some rhyming ware | D |
| A' that I bargain'd for an' mair | D |
| Sae when ye hae an hour to spare | D |
| I will expect | H |
| Yon sang ye'll sen't wi' cannie care | D |
| And no neglect | H |
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| Tho' faith sma' heart hae I to sing | F |
| My muse dow scarcely spread her wing | F |
| I've play'd mysel a bonie spring | F |
| An' danc'd my fill | I |
| I'd better gaen an' sair't the king | F |
| At Bunker's Hill | I |
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| 'Twas ae night lately in my fun | A |
| I gaed a rovin' wi' the gun | A |
| An' brought a paitrick to the grun' | A |
| A bonie hen | A |
| And as the twilight was begun | A |
| Thought nane wad ken | A |
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| The poor wee thing was little hurt | J |
| I straikit it a wee for sport | K |
| Ne'er thinkin they wad fash me for't | L |
| But Deil ma care | D |
| Somebody tells the poacher court | K |
| The hale affair | D |
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| Some auld us'd hands had taen a note | M |
| That sic a hen had got a shot | N |
| I was suspected for the plot | N |
| I scorn'd to lie | G |
| So gat the whissle o' my groat | M |
| An' pay't the fee | L |
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| But by my gun o' guns the wale | O |
| An' by my pouther an' my hail | O |
| An' by my hen an' by her tail | O |
| I vow an' swear | D |
| The game shall pay o'er muir an' dale | O |
| For this niest year | D |
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| As soon's the clockin time is by | G |
| An' the wee pouts begun to cry | G |
| Lord I'se hae sporting by an' by | G |
| For my gowd guinea | L |
| Tho' I should herd the buckskin kye | P |
| For't in Virginia | A |
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| Trowth they had muckle for to blame | Q |
| 'Twas neither broken wing nor limb | R |
| But twa three draps about the wame | R |
| Scarce thro' the feathers | B |
| An' baith a yellow George to claim | R |
| An' thole their blethers | B |
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| It pits me aye as mad's a hare | D |
| So I can rhyme nor write nae mair | D |
| But pennyworths again is fair | D |
| When time's expedient | S |
| Meanwhile I am respected Sir | D |
| Your most obedient | S |
Robert Burns
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