Halloween Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFEA GHGHIJKJA LMNMOMOMA POPOQPQPA MHMHHRHRA SMTMUOVOA OWOXYPYPA ZPZPA2B2C2B2A APAPD2AD2AA MMMME2PC2PA OPOPOMOMA AMAMPMPMA OMOMAMAMA OMOMAAAAA HMHMAMAMA MPMPPAPAA F2OF2OG2C2H2C2A OMOMOAOAA I2AI2AJ2PJ2PA AMAMHE2C2E2A MJ2MMOOOOA HOJ2OK2HSHA OMOMJ2MJ2MA OMOMMMMMA OAOAOPOPA HMJ2MPAPAA MAMAOA| Upon that night when fairies light | A |
| On Cassilis Downans dance | B |
| Or owre the lays in splendid blaze | C |
| On sprightly coursers prance | B |
| Or for Colean the route is ta'en | D |
| Beneath the moon's pale beams | E |
| There up the cove to stray and rove | F |
| Among the rocks and streams | E |
| To sport that night | A |
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| Among the bonny winding banks | G |
| Where Doon rins wimplin' clear | H |
| Where Bruce ance ruled the martial ranks | G |
| And shook his Carrick spear | H |
| Some merry friendly country folks | I |
| Together did convene | J |
| To burn their nits and pou their stocks | K |
| And haud their Halloween | J |
| Fu' blithe that night | A |
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| The lasses feat and cleanly neat | L |
| Mair braw than when they're fine | M |
| Their faces blithe fu' sweetly kythe | N |
| Hearts leal and warm and kin' | M |
| The lads sae trig wi' wooer babs | O |
| Weel knotted on their garten | M |
| Some unco blate and some wi' gabs | O |
| Gar lasses' hearts gang startin' | M |
| Whiles fast at night | A |
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| Then first and foremost through the kail | P |
| Their stocks maun a' be sought ance | O |
| They steek their een and graip and wale | P |
| For muckle anes and straught anes | O |
| Poor hav'rel Will fell aff the drift | Q |
| And wander'd through the bow kail | P |
| And pou't for want o' better shift | Q |
| A runt was like a sow tail | P |
| Sae bow't that night | A |
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| Then staught or crooked yird or nane | M |
| They roar and cry a' throu'ther | H |
| The very wee things todlin' rin | M |
| Wi' stocks out owre their shouther | H |
| And gif the custoc's sweet or sour | H |
| Wi' joctelegs they taste them | R |
| Syne cozily aboon the door | H |
| Wi cannie care they've placed them | R |
| To lie that night | A |
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| The lasses staw frae 'mang them a' | S |
| To pou their stalks of corn | M |
| But Rab slips out and jinks about | T |
| Behint the muckle thorn | M |
| He grippet Nelly hard and fast | U |
| Loud skirl'd a' the lasses | O |
| But her tap pickle maist was lost | V |
| When kitlin' in the fause house | O |
| Wi' him that night | A |
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| The auld guidwife's well hoordit nits | O |
| Are round and round divided | W |
| And monie lads' and lasses' fates | O |
| Are there that night decided | X |
| Some kindle coothie side by side | Y |
| And burn thegither trimly | P |
| Some start awa wi' saucy pride | Y |
| And jump out owre the chimlie | P |
| Fu' high that night | A |
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| Jean slips in twa wi' tentie ee | Z |
| Wha 'twas she wadna tell | P |
| But this is Jock and this is me | Z |
| She says in to hersel | P |
| He bleezed owre her and she owre him | A2 |
| As they wad never mair part | B2 |
| Till fuff he started up the lum | C2 |
| And Jean had e'en a sair heart | B2 |
| To see't that night | A |
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| Poor Willie wi' his bow kail runt | A |
| Was brunt wi' primsie Mallie | P |
| And Mallie nae doubt took the drunt | A |
| To be compared to Willie | P |
| Mall's nit lap out wi' pridefu' fling | D2 |
| And her ain fit it brunt it | A |
| While Willie lap and swore by jing | D2 |
| 'Twas just the way he wanted | A |
| To be that night | A |
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| Nell had the fause house in her min' | M |
| She pits hersel and Rob in | M |
| In loving bleeze they sweetly join | M |
| Till white in ase they're sobbin' | M |
| Nell's heart was dancin' at the view | E2 |
| She whisper'd Rob to leuk for't | P |
| Rob stowlins prie'd her bonny mou' | C2 |
| Fu' cozie in the neuk for't | P |
| Unseen that night | A |
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| But Merran sat behint their backs | O |
| Her thoughts on Andrew Bell | P |
| She lea'es them gashin' at their cracks | O |
| And slips out by hersel | P |
| She through the yard the nearest taks | O |
| And to the kiln goes then | M |
| And darklins graipit for the bauks | O |
| And in the blue clue throws then | M |
| Right fear't that night | A |
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| And aye she win't and aye she swat | A |
| I wat she made nae jaukin' | M |
| Till something held within the pat | A |
| Guid Lord but she was quakin' | M |
| But whether 'was the deil himsel | P |
| Or whether 'twas a bauk en' | M |
| Or whether it was Andrew Bell | P |
| She didna wait on talkin' | M |
| To spier that night | A |
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| Wee Jennie to her grannie says | O |
| Will ye go wi' me grannie | M |
| I'll eat the apple at the glass | O |
| I gat frae Uncle Johnnie | M |
| She fuff't her pipe wi' sic a lunt | A |
| In wrath she was sae vap'rin' | M |
| She notice't na an aizle brunt | A |
| Her braw new worset apron | M |
| Out through that night | A |
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| Ye little skelpie limmer's face | O |
| I daur you try sic sportin' | M |
| As seek the foul thief ony place | O |
| For him to spae your fortune | M |
| Nae doubt but ye may get a sight | A |
| Great cause ye hae to fear it | A |
| For mony a ane has gotten a fright | A |
| And lived and died deleeret | A |
| On sic a night | A |
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| Ae hairst afore the Sherramoor | H |
| I mind't as weel's yestreen | M |
| I was a gilpey then I'm sure | H |
| I wasna past fifteen | M |
| The simmer had been cauld and wat | A |
| And stuff was unco green | M |
| And aye a rantin' kirn we gat | A |
| And just on Halloween | M |
| It fell that night | A |
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| Our stibble rig was Rab M'Graen | M |
| A clever sturdy fallow | P |
| His son gat Eppie Sim wi' wean | M |
| That lived in Achmacalla | P |
| He gat hemp seed I mind it weel | P |
| And he made unco light o't | A |
| But mony a day was by himsel | P |
| He was sae sairly frighted | A |
| That very night | A |
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| Then up gat fechtin' Jamie Fleck | F2 |
| And he swore by his conscience | O |
| That he could saw hemp seed a peck | F2 |
| For it was a' but nonsense | O |
| The auld guidman raught down the pock | G2 |
| And out a hanfu' gied him | C2 |
| Syne bade him slip frae 'mang the folk | H2 |
| Some time when nae ane see'd him | C2 |
| And try't that night | A |
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| He marches through amang the stacks | O |
| Though he was something sturtin | M |
| The graip he for a harrow taks | O |
| And haurls it at his curpin | M |
| And every now and then he says | O |
| Hemp seed I saw thee | A |
| And her that is to be my lass | O |
| Come after me and draw thee | A |
| As fast this night | A |
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| He whistled up Lord Lennox' march | I2 |
| To keep his courage cheery | A |
| Although his hair began to arch | I2 |
| He was say fley'd and eerie | A |
| Till presently he hears a squeak | J2 |
| And then a grane and gruntle | P |
| He by his shouther gae a keek | J2 |
| And tumbled wi' a wintle | P |
| Out owre that night | A |
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| He roar'd a horrid murder shout | A |
| In dreadfu' desperation | M |
| And young and auld came runnin' out | A |
| To hear the sad narration | M |
| He swore 'twas hilchin Jean M'Craw | H |
| Or crouchie Merran Humphie | E2 |
| Till stop she trotted through them | C2 |
| And wha was it but grumphie | E2 |
| Asteer that night | A |
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| Meg fain wad to the barn hae gaen | M |
| To win three wechts o' naething | J2 |
| But for to meet the deil her lane | M |
| She pat but little faith in | M |
| She gies the herd a pickle nits | O |
| And two red cheekit apples | O |
| To watch while for the barn she sets | O |
| In hopes to see Tam Kipples | O |
| That very nicht | A |
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| She turns the key wi cannie thraw | H |
| And owre the threshold ventures | O |
| But first on Sawnie gies a ca' | J2 |
| Syne bauldly in she enters | O |
| A ratton rattled up the wa' | K2 |
| And she cried Lord preserve her | H |
| And ran through midden hole and a' | S |
| And pray'd wi' zeal and fervour | H |
| Fu' fast that night | A |
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| They hoy't out Will wi' sair advice | O |
| They hecht him some fine braw ane | M |
| It chanced the stack he faddom'd thrice | O |
| Was timmer propt for thrawin' | M |
| He taks a swirlie auld moss oak | J2 |
| For some black grousome carlin | M |
| And loot a winze and drew a stroke | J2 |
| Till skin in blypes cam haurlin' | M |
| Aff's nieves that night | A |
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| A wanton widow Leezie was | O |
| As canty as a kittlin | M |
| But och that night amang the shaws | O |
| She got a fearfu' settlin' | M |
| She through the whins and by the cairn | M |
| And owre the hill gaed scrievin | M |
| Whare three lairds' lands met at a burn | M |
| To dip her left sark sleeve in | M |
| Was bent that night | A |
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| Whyles owre a linn the burnie plays | O |
| As through the glen it wimpl't | A |
| Whyles round a rocky scaur it strays | O |
| Whyles in a wiel it dimpl't | A |
| Whyles glitter'd to the nightly rays | O |
| Wi' bickering dancing dazzle | P |
| Whyles cookit underneath the braes | O |
| Below the spreading hazel | P |
| Unseen that night | A |
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| Among the brackens on the brae | H |
| Between her and the moon | M |
| The deil or else an outler quey | J2 |
| Gat up and gae a croon | M |
| Poor Leezie's heart maist lap the hool | P |
| Near lav'rock height she jumpit | A |
| but mist a fit and in the pool | P |
| Out owre the lugs she plumpit | A |
| Wi' a plunge that night | A |
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| In order on the clean hearth stane | M |
| The luggies three are ranged | A |
| And every time great care is ta'en' | M |
| To see them duly changed | A |
| Auld Uncle John wha wedlock joys | O |
| Sin' Mar's year d | A |
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