Last May A Braw Wooer. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BABAA BCBCC DADAA E AFAFF E GCGCC E CECEE E HBHBB E EIEIITune The Lothian Lassie | A |
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I | - |
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Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen | B |
And sair wi' his love he did deave me | A |
I said there was naething I hated like men | B |
The deuce gae wi'm to believe believe me | A |
The deuce gae wi'm to believe me | A |
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II | - |
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He spak o' the darts in my bonnie black een | B |
And vow'd for my love he was dying | C |
I said he might die when he liked for Jean | B |
The Lord forgie me for lying for lying | C |
The Lord forgie me for lying | C |
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III | - |
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A weel stocked mailen himsel' for the laird | D |
And marriage aff hand were his proffers | A |
I never loot on that I kenn'd it or car'd | D |
But thought I may hae waur offers waur offers | A |
But thought I might hae waur offers | A |
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IV | E |
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But what wad ye think In a fortnight or less | A |
The deil tak his taste to gae near her | F |
He up the Gateslack to my black cousin Bess | A |
Guess ye how the jad I could bear her could bear her | F |
Guess ye how the jad I could bear her | F |
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V | E |
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But a' the niest week as I fretted wi' care | G |
I gaed to the tryste o' Dalgarnock | C |
And wha but my fine fickle lover was there | G |
I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock a warlock | C |
I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock | C |
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VI | E |
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But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink | C |
Lest neebors might say I was saucy | E |
My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink | C |
And vow'd I was his dear lassie dear lassie | E |
And vow'd I was his dear lassie | E |
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VII | E |
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I spier'd for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet | H |
Gin she had recovered her hearin' | B |
And how my auld shoon suited her shauchled feet | H |
But heavens how he fell a swearin' a swearin' | B |
But heavens how he fell a swearin' | B |
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VIII | E |
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He begged for Gudesake I wad be his wife | E |
Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow | I |
So e'en to preserve the poor body in life | E |
I think I maun wed him to morrow to morrow | I |
I think I maun wed him to morrow | I |
Robert Burns
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