First Epistle To Davie, - A Brother Poet Poem Rhyme Scheme

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I	A
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While winds frae aff Ben Lomond blaw	B
And bar the doors wi' driving snaw	C
And hing us owre the ingle	B
I set me down to pass the time	D
And spin a verse or twa o' rhyme	D
In hamely westlin jingle	B
While frosty winds blaw in the drift	E
Ben to the chimla lug	F
I grudge a wee the great folks' gift	E
That live sae bien an' snug	F
I tent less and want less	G
Their roomy fire side	H
But hanker and canker	I
To see their cursed pride	H
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II	A
	-
It's hardly in a body's power	I
To keep at times frae being sour	I
To see how things are shar'd	J
How best o' chiels are whiles in want	K
While coofs on countless thousands rant	L
And ken na how to wair't	L
But Davie lad ne'er fash your head	L
Tho' we hae little gear	M
We're fit to win our daily bread	L
As lang's we're hale and fier	M
Muir spier na nor fear na	C
Auld age ne'er mind a feg	F
The last o't the warst o't	L
Is only but to beg	F
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III	A
	-
To lie in kilns and barns at e'en	C
When banes are craz'd and bluid is thin	C
Is doubtless great distress	G
Yet then content could make us blest	L
Ev'n then sometimes we'd snatch a taste	L
O' truest happiness	N
The honest heart that's free frae a'	O
Intended fraud or guile	B
However Fortune kick the ba'	P
Has ay some cause to smile	B
And mind still you'll find still	B
A comfort this nae sma'	D
Nae mair then we'll care then	C
Nae farther we can fa'	Q
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IV	Q
	-
What tho' like commoners of air	R
We wander out we know not where	R
But either house or hall	B
Yet nature's charms the hills and woods	S
The sweeping vales and foaming floods	T
Are free alike to all	B
In days when daisies deck the ground	L
And blackbirds whistle clear	M
With honest joy our hearts will bound	L
To see the coming year	M
On braes when we please then	C
We'll sit and sowth a tune	C
Syne rhyme till't we'll time till't	L
And sing't when we hae done	C
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V	L
	-
It's no in titles nor in rank	F
It's no in wealth like Lon'on bank	F
To purchase peace and rest	L
It's no in makin muckle mair	R
It's no in books it's no in lear	M
To make us truly blest	L
If happiness hae not her seat	L
And centre in the breast	L
We may be wise or rich or great	L
But never can be blest	L
Nae treasures nor pleasures	U
Could make us happy lang	F
The heart ay's the part ay	O
That makes us right or wrang	F
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VI	Q
	-
Think ye that sic as you and I	Q
Wha drudge and drive thro' wet an' dry	Q
Wi' never ceasing toil	B
Think ye are we less blest than they	O
Wha scarcely tent us in their way	O
As hardly worth their while	B
Alas how aft in haughty mood	L
God's creatures they oppress	G
Or else neglecting a' that's guid	L
They riot in excess	G
Baith careless and fearless	N
Of either heaven or hell	B
Esteeming and deeming	F
It's a' an idle tale	B
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VII	Q
	-
Then let us cheerfu' acquiesce	G
Nor make one scanty pleasures less	G
By pining at our state	L
And even should misfortunes come	D
I here wha sit hae met wi' some	D
An's thankfu' for them yet	L
They gie the wit of age to youth	V
They let us ken oursel'	B
They make us see the naked truth	V
The real guid and ill	B
Tho' losses and crosses	W
Be lessons right severe	M
There's wit there ye'll get there	R
Ye'll find nae other where	R
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VIII	Q
	-
But tent me Davie ace o' hearts	X
To say aught less wad wrang the cartes	X
And flatt'ry I detest	L
This life has joys for you and I	Q
And joys that riches ne'er could buy	Q
And joys the very best	L
There's a' the pleasures o' the heart	L
The lover an' the frien'	C
Ye hae your Meg your dearest part	L
And I my darling Jean	C
It warms me it charms me	L
To mention but her name	D
It heats me it beets me	L
And sets me a' on flame	D
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IX	X
	-
O all ye pow'rs who rule above	Q
O Thou whose very self art love	Q
Thou know'st my words sincere	M
The life blood streaming thro' my heart	L
Or my more dear immortal part	L
Is not more fondly dear	M
When heart corroding care and grief	Q
Deprive my soul of rest	L
Her dear idea brings relief	Q
And solace to my breast	L
Thou Being All seeing	F
O hear my fervent pray'r	Y
Still take her and make her	I
Thy most peculiar care	R
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X	X
	-
All hail ye tender feelings dear	M
The smile of love the friendly tear	R
The sympathetic glow	B
Long since this world's thorny ways	X
Had number'd out my weary days	X
Had it not been for you	Z
Fate still has blest me with a friend	L
In every care and ill	B
And oft a more endearing hand	L
A tie more tender still	B
It lightens it brightens	X
The tenebrific scene	C
To meet with and greet with	A2
My Davie or my Jean	C
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XI	X
	-
O how that name inspires my style	B
The words come skelpin rank and file	B
Amaist before I ken	C
The ready measure rins as fine	C
As Phoebus and the famous Nine	C
Were glowrin owre my pen	C
My spaviet Pegasus will limp	B2
'Till ance he's fairly het	L
And then he'll hilch and stilt and jimp	B2
An' rin an unco fit	L
But least then the beast then	C
Should rue this hasty ride	L
I'll light now and dight now	C
His sweaty wizen'd hide	L

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