Scots Prologue For Mr. Sutherland Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFF GGHHIIJAAAKKAALLMMNN OO PPCCQQAARR SQTUVVWWXX| WHAT needs this din about the town o' Lon'on | A |
| How this new play an' that new sang is comin | A |
| Why is outlandish stuff sae meikle courted | B |
| Does nonsense mend like brandy when imported | B |
| Is there nae poet burning keen for fame | C |
| Will try to gie us sangs and plays at hame | C |
| For Comedy abroad he need to toil | D |
| A fool and knave are plants of every soil | D |
| Nor need he hunt as far as Rome or Greece | E |
| To gather matter for a serious piece | E |
| There's themes enow in Caledonian story | F |
| Would shew the Tragic Muse in a' her glory | F |
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| Is there no daring Bard will rise and tell | G |
| How glorious Wallace stood how hapless fell | G |
| Where are the Muses fled that could produce | H |
| A drama worthy o' the name o' Bruce | H |
| How here even here he first unsheath'd the sword | I |
| 'Gainst mighty England and her guilty Lord | I |
| And after mony a bloody deathless doing | J |
| Wrench'd his dear country from the jaws of Ruin | A |
| O for a Shakespeare or an Otway scene | A |
| To draw the lovely hapless Scottish Queen | A |
| Vain all th' omnipotence of female charms | K |
| 'Gainst headlong ruthless mad Rebellion's arms | K |
| She fell but fell with spirit truly Roman | A |
| To glut that direst foe a vengeful woman | A |
| A woman tho' the phrase may seem uncivil | L |
| As able and as wicked as the Devil | L |
| One Douglas lives in Home's immortal page | M |
| But Douglasses were heroes every age | M |
| And tho' your fathers prodigal of life | N |
| A Douglas followed to the martial strife | N |
| Perhaps if bowls row right and Right succeeds | O |
| Ye yet may follow where a Douglas leads | O |
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| As ye hae generous done if a' the land | P |
| Would take the Muses' servants by the hand | P |
| Not only hear but patronize befriend them | C |
| And where he justly can commend commend them | C |
| And aiblins when they winna stand the test | Q |
| Wink hard and say The folks hae done their best | Q |
| Would a' the land do this then I'll be caition | A |
| Ye'll soon hae Poets o' the Scottish nation | A |
| Will gar Fame blaw until her trumpet crack | R |
| And warsle Time an' lay him on his back | R |
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| For us and for our Stage should ony spier | S |
| quot Whase aught thae chiels maks a' this bustle here quot | Q |
| My best leg foremost I'll set up my brow | T |
| We have the honour to belong to you | U |
| We're your ain bairns e'en guide us as ye like | V |
| But like good mithers shore before ye strike | V |
| And gratefu' still I trust ye'll ever find us | W |
| For gen'rous patronage and meikle kindness | W |
| We've got frae a' professions sets and ranks | X |
| God help us we're but poor ye'se get but thanks | X |
Robert Burns
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Scots Prologue For Mr. Sutherland is a poem by Robert Burns. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.