Song-the Lass Of Cessnock Banks Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABA AAAA CADA AAAA EAEA FAGA HAHA IAIA AAAA JAKA LALA MAMA NAOA PAPA

and meinA
Our lasses a' she far excelsB
An' she has twa sparkling roguish eenA
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She's sweeter than the morning dawnA
When rising Phoebus first is seenA
And dew drops twinkle o'er the lawnA
An' she has twa sparkling roguish eenA
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She's stately like yon youthful ashC
That grows the cowslip braes betweenA
And drinks the stream with vigour freshD
An' she has twa sparkling roguish eenA
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She's spotless like the flow'ring thornA
With flow'rs so white and leaves so greenA
When purest in the dewy mornA
An' she has twa sparkling roguish eenA
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Her looks are like the vernal MayE
When ev'ning Phoebus shines sereneA
While birds rejoice on every sprayE
An' she has twa sparkling roguish eenA
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Her hair is like the curling mistF
That climbs the mountain sides at e'enA
When flow'r reviving rains are pastG
An' she has twa sparkling roguish eenA
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Her forehead's like the show'ry bowH
When gleaming sunbeams interveneA
And gild the distant mountain's browH
An' she has twa sparkling roguish eenA
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Her cheeks are like yon crimson gemI
The pride of all the flowery sceneA
Just opening on its thorny stemI
An' she has twa sparkling roguish eenA
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Her bosom's like the nightly snowA
When pale the morning rises keenA
While hid the murm'ring streamlets flowA
An' she has twa sparkling roguish eenA
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Her lips are like yon cherries ripeJ
That sunny walls from Boreas screenA
They tempt the taste and charm the sightK
An' she has twa sparkling roguish eenA
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Her teeth are like a flock of sheepL
With fleeces newly washen cleanA
That slowly mount the rising steepL
An' she has twa sparkling roguish eenA
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Her breath is like the fragrant breezeM
That gently stirs the blossom'd beanA
When Phoebus sinks behind the seasM
An' she has twa sparkling roguish eenA
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Her voice is like the ev'ning thrushN
That sings on Cessnock banks unseenA
While his mate sits nestling in the bushO
An' she has twa sparkling roguish eenA
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But it's not her air her form her faceP
Tho' matching beauty's fabled queenA
'Tis the mind that shines in ev'ry graceP
An' chiefly in her roguish eenA

Robert Burns



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