Scotch Drink Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACAC DDDEDE FFFGGG HHHIHI GGGJGJ KLLMLN HHHGHG OOOHOH GGGLGL PPPQPQ RRRLRL HHHEHE RRRRRR GGGOGO SSSOSO RRRRRR TUUGUG OOOOOO HHHVHW OOOOOO RRRHRHLet other poets raise a fracas | A |
Bout vines and wines an drucken Bacchus | B |
An crabbit names an stories wrack us | A |
An grate our lug | C |
I sing the juice Scotch bear can mak us | A |
In glass or Jug | C |
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O thou my Muse guid auld Scotch drink | D |
Whether thro' wimplin worms thou jink | D |
Or richly brown ream owre the brink | D |
In glorious faem | E |
Inspire me till I lisp an wink | D |
To sing thy name | E |
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Let husky wheat the haughs adorn | F |
An aits set up their awnie horn | F |
An Pease and beans at e'en or morn | F |
Perfume the plain | G |
Leeze me on thee John Barleycorn | G |
Thou king o' grain | G |
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On thee aft Scotland chows her cood | H |
In souple scones the wale o' food | H |
Or tumbling in the boiling flood | H |
Wi' kail an beef | I |
But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood | H |
There thou shines chief | I |
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Food fills the wame an keeps us livin | G |
Tho life's a gift no worth receivin | G |
When heavy dragg'd wi pine an grievin | G |
But oil'd by thee | J |
The wheels o' life gae down hill scrievin | G |
Wi' rattlin glee | J |
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Thou clears the head o' doited Lear | K |
Thou cheers the heart o' drooping Care | L |
Thou strings the nerves o' Labour sair | L |
At 's weary toil | M |
Thou ev'n brightens dark Despair | L |
Wi' gloomy smile | N |
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Aft clad in massy siller weed | H |
Wi gentles thou erscts thy head | H |
Yet humbly kind in time o' need | H |
The poor man's wine | G |
His wee drap parritch or his bread | H |
Thou kitchens fine | G |
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Thou art the life o' public haunts | O |
But thee what were our fairs and rants | O |
Ev'n godly meetings o' the saunts | O |
By thee inspir'd | H |
When gaping they besiege the tents | O |
Are doubly fir'd | H |
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That merry night we get the corn in | G |
O sweetly then thou reams the horn | G |
Or reekin on a New Year mornin | G |
In cog or bicker | L |
An just a wee drap sp'ritual burn in | G |
An gusty sucker | L |
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When Vulcan gies his bellows breath | P |
An ploughmen gather wi their graith | P |
O rare to see thee fizz an freath | P |
I' th' lugget caup | Q |
Then Burnewin comes on like death | P |
At every chaup | Q |
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Nae mercy then for airn or steel | R |
The brawnie bainie ploughman chiel | R |
Brings hard owrehip wi sturdy wheel | R |
The strong forehammer | L |
Till block an studdie ring an reel | R |
Wi dinsome clamour | L |
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When skirlin' weanies see the light | H |
Thou maks the gossips clatter bright | H |
How fumblin coofs their dearies slight | H |
Wae worth the name | E |
Nae howdie gets a social night | H |
Or plack frae them | E |
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When neebors anger at a plea | R |
An just as wud as wud can be | R |
How easy can the barley brie | R |
Cement the quarrel | R |
It's aye the cheapest lawyer's fee | R |
To taste the barrel | R |
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Alake that e'er my Muse has reason | G |
To wyte her countrymen wi' treason | G |
But monie daily weet their weason | G |
Wi' liquors nice | O |
An hardly in a winter season | G |
E'er spier her price | O |
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Wae worth that brandy burnin trash | S |
Fell source o' monie a pain an brash | S |
Twins monie a poor doylt drucken hash | S |
O' half his days | O |
An sends beside auld Scotland's cash | S |
To her warst faes | O |
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Ye Scots wha wish auld Scotland well | R |
Ye chief to you my tale I tell | R |
Poor plackless devils like mysel | R |
It sets you ill | R |
Wi' bitter dearthfu' wines to mell | R |
Or foreign gill | R |
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May gravels round his blather wrench | T |
An gouts torment him inch by inch | U |
Wha twists his gruntle wi' a glunch | U |
O' sour disdain | G |
Out owre a glass o' whisky punch | U |
Wi honest men | G |
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O Whisky soul o' plays an pranks | O |
Accept a Bardie's gratefu thanks | O |
When wanting thee what tuneless cranks | O |
Are my poor verses | O |
Thou comes they rattle i' their ranks | O |
At ither's arses | O |
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Thee Ferintosh O sadly lost | H |
Scotland lament frae coast to coast | H |
Now colic grips an barkin hoast | H |
May kill us a' | V |
For loyal Eorbes' charter'd boast | H |
Is taen awa | W |
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They curst horse leeches o' th' Excise | O |
Wha mak the whisky stells their prize | O |
Haud up thy han' Deil ance twice thrice | O |
There seize the blinkers | O |
An bake them up in brunstane pies | O |
For poor damn'd drinkers | O |
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Fortune if thou'll but gie me still | R |
Hale breeks a scone an whisky gill | R |
An rowth o' rhyme to rave at will | R |
Tak a' the rest | H |
An deal't about as thy blind skill | R |
Directs thee best | H |
Robert Burns
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