Epistle To Major Logan Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABAB CCCDCD EEEEEE FFFCFC GGGEHE IIIEIE JJJKJK CCCCCC EEEEEL MMMGMG FFFGFG GGGCGC MMNGMG CCCICC| HAIL thairm inspirin' rattlin' Willie | A |
| Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly | A |
| To every fiddling rhyming billie | A |
| We never heed | B |
| But take it like the unback'd filly | A |
| Proud o' her speed | B |
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| When idly goavin' whiles we saunter | C |
| Yirr fancy barks awa we canter | C |
| Up hill down brae till some mischanter | C |
| Some black bog hole | D |
| Arrests us then the scathe an' banter | C |
| We're forced to thole | D |
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| Hale be your heart hale be your fiddle | E |
| Lang may your elbuck jink and diddle | E |
| To cheer you through the weary widdle | E |
| O' this wild warl' | E |
| Until you on a crummock driddle | E |
| A grey hair'd carl | E |
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| Come wealth come poortith late or soon | F |
| Heaven send your heart strings aye in tune | F |
| And screw your temper pins aboon | F |
| A fifth or mair | C |
| The melancholious lazy croon | F |
| O' cankrie care | C |
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| May still your life from day to day | G |
| Nae quot lente largo quot in the play | G |
| But quot allegretto forte quot gay | G |
| Harmonious flow | E |
| A sweeping kindling bauld strathspey | H |
| Encore Bravo | E |
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| A blessing on the cheery gang | I |
| Wha dearly like a jig or sang | I |
| An' never think o' right an' wrang | I |
| By square an' rule | E |
| But as the clegs o' feeling stang | I |
| Are wise or fool | E |
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| My hand waled curse keep hard in chase | J |
| The harpy hoodock purse proud race | J |
| Wha count on poortith as disgrace | J |
| Their tuneless hearts | K |
| May fireside discords jar a base | J |
| To a' their parts | K |
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| But come your hand my careless brither | C |
| I' th' ither warl' if there's anither | C |
| An' that there is I've little swither | C |
| About the matter | C |
| We cheek for chow shall jog thegither | C |
| I'se ne'er bid better | C |
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| We've faults and failings granted clearly | E |
| We're frail backsliding mortals merely | E |
| Eve's bonie squad priests wyte them sheerly | E |
| For our grand fa' | E |
| But still but still I like them dearly | E |
| God bless them a' | L |
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| Ochone for poor Castalian drinkers | M |
| When they fa' foul o' earthly jinkers | M |
| The witching curs'd delicious blinkers | M |
| Hae put me hyte | G |
| And gart me weet my waukrife winkers | M |
| Wi' girnin'spite | G |
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| By by yon moon and that's high swearin | F |
| An' every star within my hearin | F |
| An' by her een wha was a dear ane | F |
| I'll ne'er forget | G |
| I hope to gie the jads a clearin | F |
| In fair play yet | G |
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| My loss I mourn but not repent it | G |
| I'll seek my pursie whare I tint it | G |
| Ance to the Indies I were wonted | G |
| Some cantraip hour | C |
| By some sweet elf I'll yet be dinted | G |
| Then vive l'amour | C |
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| Faites mes baissemains respectueuses | M |
| To sentimental sister Susie | M |
| And honest Lucky no to roose you | N |
| Ye may be proud | G |
| That sic a couple Fate allows ye | M |
| To grace your blood | G |
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| Nae mair at present can I measure | C |
| An' trowth my rhymin ware's nae treasure | C |
| But when in Ayr some half hour's leisure | C |
| Be't light be't dark | I |
| Sir Bard will do himself the pleasure | C |
| To call at Park ROBERT BURNS Mossgiel th October | C |
Robert Burns
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