On A Scotch Bard, Gone To The West Indies Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABAB CCCBCB DDDBDB EEEEEE CCCECE FGGEGE BBHEHE IIBEIE EEEEEE EEEEEE| A' YE wha live by sowps o' drink | A |
| A' ye wha live by crambo clink | A |
| A' ye wha live and never think | A |
| Come mourn wi' me | B |
| Our billie 's gien us a' a jink | A |
| An' owre the sea | B |
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| Lament him a' ye rantin core | C |
| Wha dearly like a random splore | C |
| Nae mair he'll join the merry roar | C |
| In social key | B |
| For now he's taen anither shore | C |
| An' owre the sea | B |
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| The bonie lasses weel may wiss him | D |
| And in their dear petitions place him | D |
| The widows wives an' a' may bless him | D |
| Wi' tearfu' e'e | B |
| For weel I wat they'll sairly miss him | D |
| That's owre the sea | B |
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| O Fortune they hae room to grumble | E |
| Hadst thou taen aff some drowsy bummle | E |
| Wha can do nought but fyke an' fumble | E |
| 'Twad been nae plea | E |
| But he was gleg as ony wumble | E |
| That's owre the sea | E |
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| Auld cantie Kyle may weepers wear | C |
| An' stain them wi' the saut saut tear | C |
| 'Twill mak her poor auld heart I fear | C |
| In flinders flee | E |
| He was her Laureat mony a year | C |
| That's owre the sea | E |
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| He saw Misfortune's cauld nor west | F |
| Lang mustering up a bitter blast | G |
| A jillet brak his heart at last | G |
| Ill may she be | E |
| So took a berth afore the mast | G |
| An' owre the sea | E |
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| To tremble under Fortune's cummock | B |
| On a scarce a bellyfu' o' drummock | B |
| Wi' his proud independent stomach | H |
| Could ill agree | E |
| So row't his hurdies in a hammock | H |
| An' owre the sea | E |
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| He ne'er was gien to great misguidin | I |
| Yet coin his pouches wad na bide in | I |
| Wi' him it ne'er was under hiding | B |
| He dealt it free | E |
| The Muse was a' that he took pride in | I |
| That's owre the sea | E |
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| Jamaica bodies use him weel | E |
| An' hap him in cozie biel | E |
| Ye'll find him aye a dainty chiel | E |
| An' fou o' glee | E |
| He wad na wrang'd the vera deil | E |
| That's owre the sea | E |
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| Farewell my rhyme composing billie | E |
| Your native soil was right ill willie | E |
| But may ye flourish like a lily | E |
| Now bonilie | E |
| I'll toast you in my hindmost gillie | E |
| Tho' owre the sea | E |
Robert Burns
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