Tam O' Shanter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC DDEEFFGGHHHH IIJJ JJHHIIIIKKLFMMBB DDJJ NNFFFFIIIIJJJJOO FFIIJJ PPIIJJHH QQFFFF RRSSTT BBIIUUJJVV WWFFFFXXJJXXJJBB FFXXXXWWWW JJJJWWYYXXJJWWXXJJFF WWWWWWVV JJXXWWBB JJFFIIJJXXBZ XXIIWWIIFFWWFFJJ IIBBWWFFIIBBWW BBJJWWXX H| A Tale | A |
| Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this Buke | B |
| Gawin Douglas | C |
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| When chapman billies leave the street | D |
| And drouthy neibors neibors meet | D |
| As market days are wearing late | E |
| And folk begin to tak the gate | E |
| While we sit bousing at the nappy | F |
| An' getting fou and unco happy | F |
| We think na on the lang Scots miles | G |
| The mosses waters slaps and stiles | G |
| That lie between us and our hame | H |
| Where sits our sulky sullen dame | H |
| Gathering her brows like gathering storm | H |
| Nursing her wrath to keep it warm | H |
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| This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter | I |
| As he frae Ayr ae night did canter | I |
| Auld Ayr wham ne'er a town surpasses | J |
| For honest men and bonie lasses | J |
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| O Tam had'st thou but been sae wise | J |
| As taen thy ain wife Kate's advice | J |
| She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum | H |
| A blethering blustering drunken blellum | H |
| That frae November till October | I |
| Ae market day thou was na sober | I |
| That ilka melder wi' the Miller | I |
| Thou sat as lang as thou had siller | I |
| That ev'ry naig was ca'd a shoe on | K |
| The Smith and thee gat roarin fou on | K |
| That at the Lord's house ev'n on Sunday | L |
| Thou drank wi' Kirkton Jean till Monday | F |
| She prophesied that late or soon | M |
| Thou wad be found deep drown'd in Doon | M |
| Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk | B |
| By Alloway's auld haunted kirk | B |
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| Ah gentle dames it gars me greet | D |
| To think how mony counsels sweet | D |
| How mony lengthen'd sage advices | J |
| The husband frae the wife despises | J |
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| But to our tale Ae market night | N |
| Tam had got planted unco right | N |
| Fast by the ingle bleezing finely | F |
| Wi' reaming swats that drank divinely | F |
| And at his elbow Souter Johnie | F |
| His ancient trusty drouthy crony | F |
| Tam lo'ed him like a very brither | I |
| They had been fou for weeks thegither | I |
| The night drave on wi' sangs an' clatter | I |
| And aye the ale was growing better | I |
| The Landlady and Tam grew gracious | J |
| Wi' favours secret sweet and precious | J |
| The Souter tauld his queerest stories | J |
| The Landlord's laugh was ready chorus | J |
| The storm without might rair and rustle | O |
| Tam did na mind the storm a whistle | O |
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| Care mad to see a man sae happy | F |
| E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy | F |
| As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure | I |
| The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure | I |
| Kings may be blest but Tam was glorious | J |
| O'er a' the ills o' life victorious | J |
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| But pleasures are like poppies spread | P |
| You seize the flow'r its bloom is shed | P |
| Or like the snow falls in the river | I |
| A moment white then melts for ever | I |
| Or like the Borealis race | J |
| That flit ere you can point their place | J |
| Or like the Rainbow's lovely form | H |
| Evanishing amid the storm | H |
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| Nae man can tecther Time nor Tide | Q |
| The hour approaches Tam maun ride | Q |
| That hour o' night's black arch the key stane | F |
| That dreary hour he mounts his beast in | F |
| And sic a night he taks the road in | F |
| As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in | F |
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| The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last | R |
| The rattling showers rose on the blast | R |
| The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd | S |
| Loud deep and lang the thunder bellow'd | S |
| That night a child might understand | T |
| The deil had business on his hand | T |
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| Weel mounted on his grey mare Meg | B |
| A better never leg | B |
| Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire | I |
| Despising wind and rain and fire | I |
| Whiles holding fast his gude blue bonnett | U |
| Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet | U |
| Whiles glow'rin round wi' prudent cares | J |
| Lest bogles catch him unawares | J |
| Kirk Alloway was drawing nigh | V |
| Where ghaists and houlets nightly cry | V |
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| By this time he was cross the ford | W |
| Where in the snaw the chapman smoor'd | W |
| And past the birks and meikle stane | F |
| Where drunken Charlie brak's neck bane | F |
| And thro' the whins and by the cairn | F |
| Where hunters fand the murder'd bairn | F |
| And near the thorn aboon the well | X |
| Where Mungo's mither hang'd hersel' | X |
| Before him Doon pours all his floods | J |
| The doubling storm roars thro' the woods | J |
| The lightnings flash from pole to pole | X |
| Near and more near the thunders roll | X |
| When glimmering thro' the groaning trees | J |
| Kirk Alloway seem'd in a bleeze | J |
| Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing | B |
| And loud resounded mirth and dancing | B |
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| Inspiring bold John Barleycorn | F |
| What dangers thou canst make us scorn | F |
| Wi' tippeny we fear nae evil | X |
| Wi' usquabae we'll face the devil | X |
| The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle | X |
| Fair play he car'd na deils a boddle | X |
| But Maggie stood right sair astonish'd | W |
| Till by the heel and hand admonish'd | W |
| She ventur'd forward on the light | W |
| And wow Tam saw an unco sight | W |
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| Warlocks and witches in a dance | J |
| Nae cotillon brent new frae France | J |
| But hornpipes jigs strathspeys and reels | J |
| Put life and mettle in their heels | J |
| A winnock bunker in the east | W |
| There sat auld Nick in shape o' beast | W |
| A tousie tyke black grim and large | Y |
| To gie them music was his charge | Y |
| He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl | X |
| Till roof and rafters a' did dirl | X |
| Coffins stood round like open presses | J |
| That shaw'd the Dead in their last dresses | J |
| And by some devilish cantraip sleight | W |
| Each in its cauld hand held a light | W |
| By which heroic Tam was able | X |
| To note upon the haly table | X |
| A murderer's banes in gibbet airns | J |
| Twa span lang wee unchristened bairns | J |
| A thief new cutted frae a rape | F |
| Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape | F |
| Five tomahawks wi' blude red rusted | W |
| Five scimitars wi' murder crusted | W |
| A garter which a babe had strangled | W |
| A knife a father's throat had mangled | W |
| Whom his ain son of life bereft | W |
| The grey hairs yet stack to the heft | W |
| Wi' mair of horrible and awfu' | V |
| Which even to name was be unlawfu' | V |
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| As Tammie glowr'd amaz'd and curious | J |
| The mirth and fun grew fast and furious | J |
| The Piper loud and louder blew | X |
| The dancers quick and quicker flew | X |
| They reel'd they set they cross'd they cleekit | W |
| Till ilka carlin swat and reekit | W |
| And coost her duddies to the wark | B |
| And linkit at it in her sark | B |
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| Now Tam O Tam had they been queans | J |
| A' plump and strapping in their teens | J |
| Their sarks instead o' creeshie flainen | F |
| Been snaw white seventeen hunder linen | F |
| Thir breeks o' mine my only pair | I |
| That aince were plush o' guid blue hair | I |
| I wud hae gien them off my hurdies | J |
| For ae blink o' the bonie burdies | J |
| But wither'd beldams auld and droll | X |
| Rigwoodie hags wad spean a foal | X |
| Louping an' flinging on a crummock | B |
| I wonder did na turn thy stomach | Z |
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| But Tam kent what was what fu' brawlie | X |
| There was ae winsome wench and waulie | X |
| That night enlisted in the core | I |
| Lang after ken'd on Carrick shore | I |
| For mony a beast to dead she shot | W |
| And perish'd mony a bonie boat | W |
| And shook baith meikle corn and bear | I |
| And kept the country side in fear | I |
| Her cutty sark o' Paisley harn | F |
| That while a lassie she had worn | F |
| In longitude tho' sorely scanty | W |
| It was her best and she was vauntie | W |
| Ah little ken'd thy reverend grannie | F |
| That sark she coft for her wee Nannie | F |
| Wi' twa pund Scots 'twas a' her riches | J |
| Wad ever grac'd a dance of witches | J |
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| But here my Muse her wing maun cour | I |
| Sic flights are far beyond her power | I |
| To sing how Nannie lap and flang | B |
| A souple jade she was and strang | B |
| And how Tam stood like ane bewitch'd | W |
| And thought his very een enrich'd | W |
| Even Satan glowr'd and fidg'd fu' fain | F |
| And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main | F |
| Till first ae caper syne anither | I |
| Tam tint his reason a' thegither | I |
| And roars out Weel done Cutty sark | B |
| And in an instant all was dark | B |
| And scarcely had he Maggie rallied | W |
| When out the hellish legion sallied | W |
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| As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke | B |
| When plundering herds assail their byke | B |
| As open pussie's mortal foes | J |
| When pop she starts before their nose | J |
| As eager runs the market crowd | W |
| When Catch the thief resounds aloud | W |
| So Maggie runs the witches follow | X |
| Wi' mony an eldritch skreich and hollo | X |
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| Ah Tam | H |
Robert Burns
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