From Lines To William Simson Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABAB CCCDEA AAFAF AAAGAG HHHHHH IIJKLK HHHMHN AAAAAA HHHOHO AAAPAP QQQAQA| Auld Coila now may fidge fu' fain | A |
| She's gotten poets o' her ain | A |
| Chiels wha their chanters winna hain | A |
| But tune their lays | B |
| Till echoes a' resound again | A |
| Her weel sung praise | B |
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| Nae poet thought her worth his while | C |
| To set her name in measur'd style | C |
| She lay like some unken'd of isle | C |
| Beside New Holland | D |
| Or whare wild meeting oceans boil | E |
| Besouth Magellan | A |
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| Ramsay and famous Fergusson | A |
| Yarrow and Tweed to mony a tune | A |
| Owre Scotland rings | F |
| While Irvin Lugar Ayr an' Doon | A |
| Naebody sings | F |
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| Th' Ilissus Tiber Thames an' Seine | A |
| Glide sweet in mony a tunefu' line | A |
| But Willie set your fit to mine | A |
| And cock your crest | G |
| We'll gar our streams and burnies shine | A |
| Up wi' the best | G |
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| We'll sing auld Coila's plains an' fells | H |
| Her moors red brown wi' heather bells | H |
| Her banks an' braes her dens an' dells | H |
| Where glorious Wallace | H |
| Aft bure the gree as story tells | H |
| Frae Southron billies | H |
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| At Wallace' name what Scottish blood | I |
| But boils up in a spring tide flood | I |
| Oft have our fearless fathers strode | J |
| By Wallace' side | K |
| Still pressing onward red wat shod | L |
| Or glorious dy'd | K |
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| O sweet are Coila's haughs an' woods | H |
| When lintwhites chant amang the buds | H |
| And jinkin hares in amorous whids | H |
| Their loves enjoy | M |
| While thro' the braes the cushat croods | H |
| Wi' wailfu' cry | N |
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| Ev'n winter bleak has charms to me | A |
| When winds rave thro' the naked tree | A |
| Or frosts on hills of Ochiltree | A |
| Are hoary gray | A |
| Or blinding drifts wild furious flee | A |
| Dark'ning the day | A |
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| O Nature a' thy shews an' forms | H |
| To feeling pensive hearts hae charms | H |
| Whether the summer kindly warms | H |
| Wi' life an' light | O |
| Or winter howls in gusty storms | H |
| The lang dark night | O |
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| The Muse nae poet ever fand her | A |
| Till by himsel he learn'd to wander | A |
| Adoun some trottin burn's meander | A |
| And no think lang | P |
| O sweet to stray and pensive ponder | A |
| A heart felt sang | P |
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| The warly race may drudge and drive | Q |
| Hog shouther jundie stretch an' strive | Q |
| Let me fair nature's face descrive | Q |
| And I wi' pleasure | A |
| Shall let the busy grumbling hive | Q |
| Bum owre their treasure | A |
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