On The Late Captain Grose's Peregrinations Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABAB CCCDCD EEEFEF GGGAGA HHIJIB AAAKAL GGGAGA MMMDMD DDDNDN AAADAD| HEAR Land o' Cakes and brither Scots | A |
| Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's | A |
| If there's a hole in a' your coats | A |
| I rede you tent it | B |
| A chield's amang you takin notes | A |
| And faith he'll prent it | B |
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| If in your bounds ye chance to light | C |
| Upon a fine fat fodgel wight | C |
| O' stature short but genius bright | C |
| That's he mark weel | D |
| And wow he has an unco sleight | C |
| O' cauk and keel | D |
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| By some auld houlet haunted biggin | E |
| Or kirk deserted by its riggin | E |
| It's ten to ane ye'll find him snug in | E |
| Some eldritch part | F |
| Wi' deils they say L d save's colleaguin | E |
| At some black art | F |
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| Ilk ghaist that haunts auld ha' or chaumer | G |
| Ye gipsy gang that deal in glamour | G |
| And you deep read in hell's black grammar | G |
| Warlocks and witches | A |
| Ye'll quake at his conjuring hammer | G |
| Ye midnight bitches | A |
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| It's tauld he was a sodger bred | H |
| And ane wad rather fa'n than fled | H |
| But now he's quat the spurtle blade | I |
| And dog skin wallet | J |
| And taen the Antiquarian trade | I |
| I think they call it | B |
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| He has a fouth o' auld nick nackets | A |
| Rusty airn caps and jinglin jackets | A |
| Wad haud the Lothians three in tackets | A |
| A towmont gude | K |
| And parritch pats and auld saut backets | A |
| Before the flood | L |
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| Of Eve's first fire he has a cinder | G |
| Auld Tubalcain's fire shool and fender | G |
| That which distinguished the gender | G |
| O' Balaam's ass | A |
| A broomstick o' the witch of Endor | G |
| Weel shod wi' brass | A |
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| Forbye he'll shape you aff fu' gleg | M |
| The cut of Adam's philibeg | M |
| The knife that nickit Abel's craig | M |
| He'll prove you fully | D |
| It was a faulding jocteleg | M |
| Or lang kail gullie | D |
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| But wad ye see him in his glee | D |
| For meikle glee and fun has he | D |
| Then set him down and twa or three | D |
| Gude fellows wi' him | N |
| And port O port shine thou a wee | D |
| And THEN ye'll see him | N |
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| Now by the Pow'rs o' verse and prose | A |
| Thou art a dainty chield O Grose | A |
| Whae'er o' thee shall ill suppose | A |
| They sair misca' thee | D |
| I'd take the rascal by the nose | A |
| Wad say Shame fa' thee | D |
Robert Burns
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