Ronalds Of The Bennals, The Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DBEB FBGB HBCB BBIB JBKB BBLB MBBB NBCB CBOB PBJB GBCB BBGB CBCB BBGB| In Tarbolton ye ken there are proper young men | A |
| And proper young lasses and a' man | B |
| But ken ye the Ronalds that live in the Bennals | C |
| They carry the gree frae them a' man | B |
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| Their father's laird and weel he can spare't | D |
| Braid money to tocher them a' man | B |
| To proper young men he'll clink in the hand | E |
| Gowd guineas a hunder or twa man | B |
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| There's ane they ca' Jean I'll warrant ye've seen | F |
| As bonie a lass or as braw man | B |
| But for sense and guid taste she'll vie wi' the best | G |
| And a conduct that beautifies a' man | B |
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| The charms o' the min' the langer they shine | H |
| The mair admiration they draw man | B |
| While peaches and cherries and roses and lilies | C |
| They fade and they wither awa man | B |
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| If ye be for Miss Jean tak this frae a frien' | B |
| A hint o' a rival or twa man | B |
| The Laird o' Blackbyre wad gang through the fire | I |
| If that wad entice her awa man | B |
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| The Laird o' Braehead has been on his speed | J |
| For mair than a towmond or twa man | B |
| The Laird o' the Ford will straught on a board | K |
| If he canna get her at a' man | B |
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| Then Anna comes in the pride o' her kin | B |
| The boast of our bachelors a' man | B |
| Sae sonsy and sweet sae fully complete | L |
| She steals our affections awa man | B |
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| If I should detail the pick and the wale | M |
| O' lasses that live here awa man | B |
| The fau't wad be mine if they didna shine | B |
| The sweetest and best o' them a' man | B |
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| I lo'e her mysel but darena weel tell | N |
| My poverty keeps me in awe man | B |
| For making o' rhymes and working at times | C |
| Does little or naething at a' man | B |
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| Yet I wadna choose to let her refuse | C |
| Nor hae't in her power to say na man | B |
| For though I be poor unnoticed obscure | O |
| My stomach's as proud as them a' man | B |
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| Though I canna ride in weel booted pride | P |
| And flee o'er the hills like a craw man | B |
| I can haud up my head wi' the best o' the breed | J |
| Though fluttering ever so braw man | B |
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| My coat and my vest they are Scotch o' the best | G |
| O'pairs o' guid breeks I hae twa man | B |
| And stockings and pumps to put on my stumps | C |
| And ne'er a wrang steek in them a' man | B |
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| My sarks they are few but five o' them new | B |
| Twal' hundred as white as the snaw man | B |
| A ten shillings hat a Holland cravat | G |
| There are no mony poets sae braw man | B |
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| I never had frien's weel stockit in means | C |
| To leave me a hundred or twa man | B |
| Nae weel tocher'd aunts to wait on their drants | C |
| And wish them in hell for it a' man | B |
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| I never was cannie for hoarding o' money | B |
| Or claughtin't together at a' man | B |
| I've little to spend and naething to lend | G |
| But deevil a shilling I awe man | B |
Robert Burns
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