Halloween.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Yes let the rich deride the proud disdainA
The simple pleasures of the lowly trainA
To me more dear congenial to my heartB
One native charm than all the gloss of artB
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GoldsmithC
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Upon that night when fairies lightD
On Cassilis Downans danceE
Or owre the lays in splendid blazeF
On sprightly coursers pranceE
Or for Colean the rout is ta'enG
Beneath the moon's pale beamsH
There up the Cove to stray an' roveI
Amang the rocks an' streamsH
To sport that nightD
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Amang the bonnie winding banksJ
Where Doon rins wimplin' clearK
Where Bruce ance rul'd the martial ranksJ
An' shook his Carrick spearK
Some merry friendly countra folksL
Together did conveneM
To burn their nits an' pou their stocksN
An' haud their HalloweenM
Fu' blythe that nightD
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The lasses feat an' cleanly neatO
Mair braw than when they're fineP
Their faces blythe fu' sweetly kytheC
Hearts leal an' warm an' kin'P
The lads sae trig wi' wooer babsQ
Weel knotted on their gartenP
Some unco blate an' some wi' gabsQ
Gar lasses' hearts gang startin'P
Whiles fast at nightD
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Then first and foremost thro' the kailR
Their stocks maun a' be sought anceQ
They steek their een an' graip an' waleR
For muckle anes an' straught anesQ
Poor hav'rel Will fell aff the driftS
An' wander'd through the bow kailR
An' pou't for want o' better shiftS
A runt was like a sow tailR
Sae bow't that nightD
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Then straught or crooked yird or naneP
They roar an' cry a' throu'therK
The vera wee things todlin' rinP
Wi' stocks out owre their shoutherK
An' gif the custoc's sweet or sourK
Wi' joctelegs they taste themT
Syne coziely aboon the doorK
Wi' cannie care they've placed themT
To lie that nightD
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The lasses staw frae mang them a'U
To pou their stalks o' cornP
But Rab slips out an' jinks aboutV
Behint the muckle thornP
He grippet Nelly hard an' fastW
Loud skirl'd a' the lassesQ
But her tap pickle maist was lostX
When kiuttlin' in the fause houseQ
Wi' him that nightD
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The auld guidwife's weel hoordet nitsQ
Are round an' round dividedY
An' monie lads' an' lasses' fatesQ
Are there that night decidedZ
Some kindle couthie side by sideA2
An' burn thegither trimlyR
Some start awa' wi' saucy prideA2
And jump out owre the chimlieR
Fu' high that nightD
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Jean slips in twa wi' tentie e'eB2
Wha 'twas she wadna tellR
But this is Jock an' this is meB2
She says in to hersel'R
He bleez'd owre her an' she owre himC2
As they wad never mair partB
'Till fuff he started up the lumD2
An' Jean had e'en a sair heartB
To see't that nightD
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Poor Willie wi' his bow kail runtD
Was brunt wi' primsie MallieR
An' Mallie nae doubt took the druntD
To be compar'd to WillieR
Mall's nit lap out wi' pridefu' flingE2
An' her ain fit it brunt itD
While Willie lap and swoor by jingE2
'Twas just the way he wantedD
To be that nightD
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Nell had the fause house in her min'P
She pits hersel an' Rob inP
In loving bleeze they sweetly joinP
'Till white in ase they're sobbin'P
Nell's heart was dancin' at the viewF2
She whisper'd Rob to leuk for'tR
Rob stowlins prie'd her bonie mou'D2
Fu' cozie in the neuk for'tR
Unseen that nightD
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But Merran sat behint their backsQ
Her thoughts on Andrew BellR
She lea'es them gashin' at their cracksQ
And slips out by hersel'R
She through the yard the nearest taksQ
An' to the kiln she goes thenP
An' darklins graipit for the bauksQ
And in the blue clue throws thenP
Right fear't that nightD
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An' ay she win't an' ay she swatD
I wat she made nae jaukin'P
'Till something held within the patD
Guid L d but she was quaukin'P
But whether 'twas the Deil himsel'R
Or whether 'twas a bauk en'P
Or whether it was Andrew BellR
She did na wait on talkin'P
To spier that nightD
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Wee Jenny to her graunie saysQ
Will ye go wi' me graunieP
I'll eat the apple at the glassQ
I gat frae uncle JohnnieP
She fuff't her pipe wi' sic a luntD
In wrath she was sae vap'rin'P
She notic't na an aizle bruntD
Her braw new worset apronP
Out thro' that nightD
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Ye little skelpie limmer's faceQ
I daur you try sic sportin'P
As seek the foul Thief onie placeQ
For him to spae your fortuneP
Nae doubt but ye may get a sightD
Great cause ye hae to fear itD
For monie a ane has gotten a frightD
An' liv'd an' died deleeretD
On sic a nightD
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Ae hairst afore the Sherra moorK
I mind't as weel's yestreenP
I was a gilpey then I'm sureK
I was na past fifteenP
The simmer had been cauld an' watD
An' stuff was unco greenP
An' ay a rantin' kirn we gatD
An' just on HalloweenP
It fell that nightD
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Our stibble rig was Rab M'GraenP
A clever sturdy fellowR
He's sin gat Eppie Sim wi' weanP
That liv'd in AchmacallaR
He gat hemp seed I mind it weelR
And he made unco light o'tD
But monie a day was by himsel'R
He was sae sairly frightedD
That vera nightD
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Then up gat fechtin' Jamie FleckG2
An' he swoor by his conscienceQ
That he could saw hemp seed a peckG2
For it was a' but nonsenseQ
The auld guidman raught down the pockH2
An' out a' handfu' gied himD2
Syne bad him slip frae 'mang the folkI2
Sometime when nae ane see'd himD2
An' try't that nightD
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He marches thro' amang the stacksQ
Tho' he was something sturtinP
The graip he for a harrow taksQ
An' haurls at his curpinP
An' ev'ry now an' then he saysQ
Hemp seed I saw theeD
An' her that is to be my lassQ
Come after me an' draw theeD
As fast that nightD
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He whistl'd up Lord Lennox' marchJ2
To keep his courage cheeryD
Altho' his hair began to archJ2
He was sae fley'd an' eerieD
'Till presently he hears a squeakK2
An' then a grane an' gruntleR
He by his shouther gae a keekK2
An' tumbl'd wi' a wintleR
Out owre that nightD
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He roar'd a horrid murder shoutD
In dreadfu' desperationP
An' young an' auld cam rinnin' outD
An' hear the sad narrationP
He swoor 'twas hilchin Jean M'CrawK
Or crouchie Merran HumphieF2
'Till stop she trotted thro' them a'U
An' wha was it but GrumphieF2
Asteer that nightD
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Meg fain wad to the barn hae gaenP
To win three wechts o' naethingK2
But for to meet the deil her laneP
She pat but little faith inP
She gies the herd a pickle nitsQ
An' twa red cheekit applesQ
To watch while for the barn she setsQ
In hopes to see Tam KipplesQ
That vera nightD
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She turns the key wi' cannie thrawK
An' owre the threshold venturesQ
But first on Sawnie gies a ca'K2
Syne bauldly in she entersQ
A ratton rattled up the wa'L2
An' she cried L d preserve herK
An' ran thro' midden hole an' a'U
An' pray'd wi' zeal and fervourK
Fu' fast that nightD
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They hoy't out Will wi sair adviceQ
They hecht him some fine braw aneP
It chanc'd the stack he faddom't thriceQ
Was timmer propt for thrawin'P
He taks a swirlie auld moss oakK2
For some black grousome carlinP
An' loot a winze an' drew a strokeK2
'Till skin in blypes cam haurlin'P
Aff's nieves that nightD
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A wanton widow Leezie wasQ
As canty as a kittlinP
But och that night amang the shawsQ
She got a fearfu' settlin'P
She thro' the whins an' by the cairnP
An' owre the hill gaed scrievinP
Whare three lairds' lands met at a burnP
To dip her left sark sleeve inP
Was bent that nightD
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Whyles owre a linn the burnie playsQ
As through the glen it wimpl'tD
Whyles round a rocky scaur it straysQ
Whyles in a wiel it dimpl'tD
Whyles glitter'd to the nightly raysQ
Wi' bickering dancing dazzleR
Whyles cookit underneath the braesQ
Below the spreading hazelR
Unseen that nightD
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Amang the brackens on the braeK
Between her an' the moonP
The deil or else an outler queyK2
Gat up an' gae a croonP
Poor Leezie's heart maist lap the hoolR
Near lav'rock height she jumpitD
But mist a fit an' in the poolR
Out owre the lugs she plumpitD
Wi' a plunge that nightD
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In order on the clean hearth staneP
The luggies three are rangedD
And ev'ry time great care is ta'enP
To see them duly changedD
Auld uncle John wha wedlock's joysQ
Sin Mar's year did desireK
Because he gat the toom dish thriceQ
He heav'd them on the fireK
In wrath that nightD
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Wi' merry sangs and friendly cracksQ
I wat they did na wearyK
An' unco tales an' funnie jokesQ
Their sports were cheap an' cheeryK
Till butter'd so'ns wi' fragrant luntD
Set a' their gabs a steerin'P
Syne wi' a social glass o' struntD
They parted aff careerin'P
Fu' blythe that nightD

Robert Burns



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