Halloween.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB C DEFEGHIHD JKJKLMNMD OPCPQPQPD RQRQSRSRD PKPKKTKTD UPVPWQXQD QYQZA2RA2RD B2RB2RC2BD2BD DRDRE2DE2DD PPPPF2RD2RD QRQRQPQPD DPDPRPRPD QPQPDPDPD QPQPDDDDD KPKPDPDPD PRPRRDRDD G2QG2QH2D2I2D2D QPQPQDQDD J2DJ2DK2RK2RD DPDPKF2UF2D PK2PPQQQQD KQK2QL2KUKD QPQPK2PK2PD QPQPPPPPD QDQDQRQRD KPK2PRDRDD PDPDQKQKD QKQKDPDPD| Yes let the rich deride the proud disdain | A |
| The simple pleasures of the lowly train | A |
| To me more dear congenial to my heart | B |
| One native charm than all the gloss of art | B |
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| Goldsmith | C |
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| Upon that night when fairies light | D |
| On Cassilis Downans dance | E |
| Or owre the lays in splendid blaze | F |
| On sprightly coursers prance | E |
| Or for Colean the rout is ta'en | G |
| Beneath the moon's pale beams | H |
| There up the Cove to stray an' rove | I |
| Amang the rocks an' streams | H |
| To sport that night | D |
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| Amang the bonnie winding banks | J |
| Where Doon rins wimplin' clear | K |
| Where Bruce ance rul'd the martial ranks | J |
| An' shook his Carrick spear | K |
| Some merry friendly countra folks | L |
| Together did convene | M |
| To burn their nits an' pou their stocks | N |
| An' haud their Halloween | M |
| Fu' blythe that night | D |
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| The lasses feat an' cleanly neat | O |
| Mair braw than when they're fine | P |
| Their faces blythe fu' sweetly kythe | C |
| Hearts leal an' warm an' kin' | P |
| The lads sae trig wi' wooer babs | Q |
| Weel knotted on their garten | P |
| Some unco blate an' some wi' gabs | Q |
| Gar lasses' hearts gang startin' | P |
| Whiles fast at night | D |
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| Then first and foremost thro' the kail | R |
| Their stocks maun a' be sought ance | Q |
| They steek their een an' graip an' wale | R |
| For muckle anes an' straught anes | Q |
| Poor hav'rel Will fell aff the drift | S |
| An' wander'd through the bow kail | R |
| An' pou't for want o' better shift | S |
| A runt was like a sow tail | R |
| Sae bow't that night | D |
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| Then straught or crooked yird or nane | P |
| They roar an' cry a' throu'ther | K |
| The vera wee things todlin' rin | P |
| Wi' stocks out owre their shouther | K |
| An' gif the custoc's sweet or sour | K |
| Wi' joctelegs they taste them | T |
| Syne coziely aboon the door | K |
| Wi' cannie care they've placed them | T |
| To lie that night | D |
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| The lasses staw frae mang them a' | U |
| To pou their stalks o' corn | P |
| But Rab slips out an' jinks about | V |
| Behint the muckle thorn | P |
| He grippet Nelly hard an' fast | W |
| Loud skirl'd a' the lasses | Q |
| But her tap pickle maist was lost | X |
| When kiuttlin' in the fause house | Q |
| Wi' him that night | D |
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| The auld guidwife's weel hoordet nits | Q |
| Are round an' round divided | Y |
| An' monie lads' an' lasses' fates | Q |
| Are there that night decided | Z |
| Some kindle couthie side by side | A2 |
| An' burn thegither trimly | R |
| Some start awa' wi' saucy pride | A2 |
| And jump out owre the chimlie | R |
| Fu' high that night | D |
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| Jean slips in twa wi' tentie e'e | B2 |
| Wha 'twas she wadna tell | R |
| But this is Jock an' this is me | B2 |
| She says in to hersel' | R |
| He bleez'd owre her an' she owre him | C2 |
| As they wad never mair part | B |
| 'Till fuff he started up the lum | D2 |
| An' Jean had e'en a sair heart | B |
| To see't that night | D |
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| Poor Willie wi' his bow kail runt | D |
| Was brunt wi' primsie Mallie | R |
| An' Mallie nae doubt took the drunt | D |
| To be compar'd to Willie | R |
| Mall's nit lap out wi' pridefu' fling | E2 |
| An' her ain fit it brunt it | D |
| While Willie lap and swoor by jing | E2 |
| 'Twas just the way he wanted | D |
| To be that night | D |
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| Nell had the fause house in her min' | P |
| She pits hersel an' Rob in | P |
| In loving bleeze they sweetly join | P |
| 'Till white in ase they're sobbin' | P |
| Nell's heart was dancin' at the view | F2 |
| She whisper'd Rob to leuk for't | R |
| Rob stowlins prie'd her bonie mou' | D2 |
| Fu' cozie in the neuk for't | R |
| Unseen that night | D |
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| But Merran sat behint their backs | Q |
| Her thoughts on Andrew Bell | R |
| She lea'es them gashin' at their cracks | Q |
| And slips out by hersel' | R |
| She through the yard the nearest taks | Q |
| An' to the kiln she goes then | P |
| An' darklins graipit for the bauks | Q |
| And in the blue clue throws then | P |
| Right fear't that night | D |
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| An' ay she win't an' ay she swat | D |
| I wat she made nae jaukin' | P |
| 'Till something held within the pat | D |
| 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 Bell | R |
| She did na wait on talkin' | P |
| To spier that night | D |
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| Wee Jenny to her graunie says | Q |
| Will ye go wi' me graunie | P |
| I'll eat the apple at the glass | Q |
| I gat frae uncle Johnnie | P |
| She fuff't her pipe wi' sic a lunt | D |
| In wrath she was sae vap'rin' | P |
| She notic't na an aizle brunt | D |
| Her braw new worset apron | P |
| Out thro' that night | D |
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| Ye little skelpie limmer's face | Q |
| I daur you try sic sportin' | P |
| As seek the foul Thief onie place | Q |
| For him to spae your fortune | P |
| Nae doubt but ye may get a sight | D |
| Great cause ye hae to fear it | D |
| For monie a ane has gotten a fright | D |
| An' liv'd an' died deleeret | D |
| On sic a night | D |
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| Ae hairst afore the Sherra moor | K |
| I mind't as weel's yestreen | P |
| I was a gilpey then I'm sure | K |
| I was na past fifteen | P |
| The simmer had been cauld an' wat | D |
| An' stuff was unco green | P |
| An' ay a rantin' kirn we gat | D |
| An' just on Halloween | P |
| It fell that night | D |
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| Our stibble rig was Rab M'Graen | P |
| A clever sturdy fellow | R |
| He's sin gat Eppie Sim wi' wean | P |
| That liv'd in Achmacalla | R |
| He gat hemp seed I mind it weel | R |
| And he made unco light o't | D |
| But monie a day was by himsel' | R |
| He was sae sairly frighted | D |
| That vera night | D |
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| Then up gat fechtin' Jamie Fleck | G2 |
| An' he swoor by his conscience | Q |
| That he could saw hemp seed a peck | G2 |
| For it was a' but nonsense | Q |
| The auld guidman raught down the pock | H2 |
| An' out a' handfu' gied him | D2 |
| Syne bad him slip frae 'mang the folk | I2 |
| Sometime when nae ane see'd him | D2 |
| An' try't that night | D |
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| He marches thro' amang the stacks | Q |
| Tho' he was something sturtin | P |
| The graip he for a harrow taks | Q |
| An' haurls at his curpin | P |
| An' ev'ry now an' then he says | Q |
| Hemp seed I saw thee | D |
| An' her that is to be my lass | Q |
| Come after me an' draw thee | D |
| As fast that night | D |
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| He whistl'd up Lord Lennox' march | J2 |
| To keep his courage cheery | D |
| Altho' his hair began to arch | J2 |
| He was sae fley'd an' eerie | D |
| 'Till presently he hears a squeak | K2 |
| An' then a grane an' gruntle | R |
| He by his shouther gae a keek | K2 |
| An' tumbl'd wi' a wintle | R |
| Out owre that night | D |
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| He roar'd a horrid murder shout | D |
| In dreadfu' desperation | P |
| An' young an' auld cam rinnin' out | D |
| An' hear the sad narration | P |
| He swoor 'twas hilchin Jean M'Craw | K |
| Or crouchie Merran Humphie | F2 |
| 'Till stop she trotted thro' them a' | U |
| An' wha was it but Grumphie | F2 |
| Asteer that night | D |
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| Meg fain wad to the barn hae gaen | P |
| To win three wechts o' naething | K2 |
| But for to meet the deil her lane | P |
| She pat but little faith in | P |
| She gies the herd a pickle nits | Q |
| An' twa red cheekit apples | Q |
| To watch while for the barn she sets | Q |
| In hopes to see Tam Kipples | Q |
| That vera night | D |
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| She turns the key wi' cannie thraw | K |
| An' owre the threshold ventures | Q |
| But first on Sawnie gies a ca' | K2 |
| Syne bauldly in she enters | Q |
| A ratton rattled up the wa' | L2 |
| An' she cried L d preserve her | K |
| An' ran thro' midden hole an' a' | U |
| An' pray'd wi' zeal and fervour | K |
| Fu' fast that night | D |
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| They hoy't out Will wi sair advice | Q |
| They hecht him some fine braw ane | P |
| It chanc'd the stack he faddom't thrice | Q |
| Was timmer propt for thrawin' | P |
| He taks a swirlie auld moss oak | K2 |
| For some black grousome carlin | P |
| An' loot a winze an' drew a stroke | K2 |
| 'Till skin in blypes cam haurlin' | P |
| Aff's nieves that night | D |
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| A wanton widow Leezie was | Q |
| As canty as a kittlin | P |
| But och that night amang the shaws | Q |
| She got a fearfu' settlin' | P |
| She thro' the whins an' by the cairn | P |
| An' owre the hill gaed scrievin | P |
| Whare three lairds' lands met at a burn | P |
| To dip her left sark sleeve in | P |
| Was bent that night | D |
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| Whyles owre a linn the burnie plays | Q |
| As through the glen it wimpl't | D |
| Whyles round a rocky scaur it strays | Q |
| Whyles in a wiel it dimpl't | D |
| Whyles glitter'd to the nightly rays | Q |
| Wi' bickering dancing dazzle | R |
| Whyles cookit underneath the braes | Q |
| Below the spreading hazel | R |
| Unseen that night | D |
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| Amang the brackens on the brae | K |
| Between her an' the moon | P |
| The deil or else an outler quey | K2 |
| Gat up an' gae a croon | P |
| Poor Leezie's heart maist lap the hool | R |
| Near lav'rock height she jumpit | D |
| But mist a fit an' in the pool | R |
| Out owre the lugs she plumpit | D |
| Wi' a plunge that night | D |
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| In order on the clean hearth stane | P |
| The luggies three are ranged | D |
| And ev'ry time great care is ta'en | P |
| To see them duly changed | D |
| Auld uncle John wha wedlock's joys | Q |
| Sin Mar's year did desire | K |
| Because he gat the toom dish thrice | Q |
| He heav'd them on the fire | K |
| In wrath that night | D |
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| Wi' merry sangs and friendly cracks | Q |
| I wat they did na weary | K |
| An' unco tales an' funnie jokes | Q |
| Their sports were cheap an' cheery | K |
| Till butter'd so'ns wi' fragrant lunt | D |
| Set a' their gabs a steerin' | P |
| Syne wi' a social glass o' strunt | D |
| They parted aff careerin' | P |
| Fu' blythe that night | D |
Robert Burns
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Halloween.[1] is a poem by Robert Burns. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.
