Song-kellyburn Braes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CBCB DBDB EBFB GBGB HBHB IB B GBGB JBJB KBLB MBMB NBNB HBHB MBMB| THERE lived a carl in Kellyburn Braes | A |
| Hey and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme | B |
| And he had a wife was the plague of his days | A |
| And the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | B |
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| Ae day as the carl gaed up the lang glen | C |
| Hey and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme | B |
| He met with the Devil says How do you fen | C |
| And the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | B |
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| I've got a bad wife sir that's a' my complaint | D |
| Hey and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme | B |
| For savin your presence to her ye're a saint | D |
| And the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | B |
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| It's neither your stot nor your staig I shall crave | E |
| Hey and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme | B |
| But gie me your wife man for her I must have | F |
| And the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | B |
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| O welcome most kindly the blythe carl said | G |
| Hey and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme | B |
| But if ye can match her ye're waur than ye're ca'd | G |
| And the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | B |
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| The Devil has got the auld wife on his back | H |
| Hey and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme | B |
| And like a poor pedlar he's carried his pack | H |
| And the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | B |
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| He's carried her hame to his ain hallan door | I |
| Hey and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme | B |
| Syne bade her gae in for a b and a w | - |
| And the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | B |
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| Then straight he makes fifty the pick o' his band | G |
| Hey and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme | B |
| Turn out on her guard in the clap o' a hand | G |
| And the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | B |
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| The carlin gaed thro' them like ony wud bear | J |
| Hey and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme | B |
| Whae'er she gat hands on cam near her nae mair | J |
| And the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | B |
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| A reekit wee deevil looks over the wa' | K |
| Hey and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme | B |
| O help maister help or she'll ruin us a' | L |
| And the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | B |
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| The Devil he swore by the edge o' his knife | M |
| Hey and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme | B |
| He pitied the man that was tied to a wife | M |
| And the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | B |
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| The Devil he swore by the kirk and the bell | N |
| Hey and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme | B |
| He was not in wedlock thank Heav'n but in hell | N |
| And the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | B |
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| Then Satan has travell'd again wi' his pack | H |
| Hey and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme | B |
| And to her auld husband he's carried her back | H |
| And the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | B |
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| I hae been a Devil the feck o' my life | M |
| Hey and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme | B |
| But ne'er was in hell till I met wi' a wife | M |
| And the thyme it is wither'd and rue is in prime | B |
Robert Burns
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