Lass That Made The Bed To Me, The Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAAACAC ADAEAFDF EEAE AAFAAADG D AEEAACFE D FEFEFDBD D DDAEFECE D DEEE D| When Januar' wind was blawing cauld | A |
| As to the north I took my way | B |
| The mirksome night did me enfauld | A |
| I knew na whare to lodge till day | A |
| By my gude luck a maid I met | A |
| Just in the middle o' my care | C |
| And Kindly she did me invite | A |
| To walk into a chamber fair | C |
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| I bow'd fu' low unto this maid | A |
| And thank'd her for her courtesie | D |
| I bow'd fu' low unto this maid | A |
| An bade her make a bed to me | E |
| She made the bed baith large and wide | A |
| Wi' twa white hands she spread it doun | F |
| She put the cup to her rosy lips | D |
| And drank Young man now sleep ye soun' | F |
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| Chorus The bonie lass made the bed to me | E |
| The braw lass made the bed to me | E |
| I'll ne'er forget till the day I die | A |
| The lass that made the bed to me | E |
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| She snatch'd the candle in her hand | A |
| And frae my chamber went wi' speed | A |
| But I call'd her quickly back again | F |
| To lay some mair below my head | A |
| A cod she laid below my head | A |
| And served me with due respect | A |
| And to salute her wi' a kis | D |
| I put my arms about her neck | G |
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| Chorus | D |
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| Haud aff your hands young man she said | A |
| And dinna sae uncivil be | E |
| Gif ye hae ony luve for me | E |
| O wrang ma my virginitie | A |
| Her hair was like the links o' gowd | A |
| Her teeth were like the ivorie | C |
| Her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine | F |
| The lass that made the bed to me | E |
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| Chorus | D |
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| Her bosom was the driven snaw | F |
| Twa drifted heaps sae fair to see | E |
| Her limbs the polish'd marble stane | F |
| The lass that made the bed to me | E |
| I kiss'd her o'er and o'er again | F |
| And aye she wist na what to say | D |
| I laid her 'tween me and the wa' | B |
| The lassie thocht na lang till day | D |
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| Chorus | D |
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| Upon the morrow when we raise | D |
| I thank'd her for her courtesie | D |
| But aye she blush'd and aye she sigh'd | A |
| And said Alas ye've ruin'd me | E |
| I clasp'd her waist and kiss'd her syne | F |
| While the tear stood twinklin' in her e'e | E |
| I said My lassie dinna cry | C |
| For ye aye shall make the bed to me | E |
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| Chorus | D |
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| She took her mither's holland sheets | D |
| An' made them a' in sarks to me | E |
| Blythe and merry may she be | E |
| The lass that made the bed to me | E |
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| Chorus | D |
Robert Burns
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