Tam O'shanter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BC DDEEFFGGHHHH IIJJ JJHHIIIIKKLFMMBB DDJJ NNFFFFIIIIJJJJOO FFIIJJ PPIIJJHHQQFFFF RRSSTT BBIIUVJJWW XXFFFFYYJJYYJJBB FFYYYYXXXXJJJJXXZZYY JJXXYYJJFFXXXXXXWW JJYYXXBB JJFFIIJJ YYBA2 YYIIXXIIFFXXFFJJ IIBBXXFFIIBBXX BBJJXXYY FFFFBBJJBBXXYYYYFF XXXXII| A Tale | A |
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| Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke | B |
| Gawin Douglas | C |
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| When chapman billies leave the street | D |
| And drouthy neebors neebors meet | D |
| As market days are wearing late | E |
| An' 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 |
| Whare 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 hadst thou but been sae wise | J |
| As ta'en 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 nae 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 would be found deep drowned in Doon | M |
| Or catched 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 lengthened 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 an ingle bleezing finely | F |
| Wi' reaming swats that drank divinely | F |
| And at his elbow Souter Johnny | F |
| His ancient trusty drouthy crony | F |
| Tam lo'ed him like a vera 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 drowned himself amang the nappy | F |
| As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure | I |
| The minutes winged 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 |
| Nae man can tether time or 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 tak's 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 swallowed | S |
| Loud deep and lang the thunder bellowed | S |
| That night a child might understand | T |
| The De'il had business on his hand | T |
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| Weel mounted on his grey mare Meg | B |
| A better never lifted leg | B |
| Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire | I |
| Despising wind and rain and fire | I |
| Whiles holding fast his gude blue bonnet | U |
| Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet | V |
| Whiles glow'rin round wi' prudent cares | J |
| Lest bogles catch him unawares | J |
| Kirk Alloway was drawing nigh | W |
| Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry | W |
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| By this time he was cross the ford | X |
| Whare in the snaw the chapman smoored | X |
| And past the birks and meikle stane | F |
| Whare drunken Charlie brak's neck bane | F |
| And thro' the whins and by the cairn | F |
| Whare hunters fand the murdered bairn | F |
| And near the thorn aboon the well | Y |
| Whare Mungo's mither hanged hersel' | Y |
| Before him Doon pours all his floods | J |
| The doubling storm roars thro' the woods | J |
| The lightnings flash from pole to pole | Y |
| Near and more near the thunders roll | Y |
| When glimmering thro' the groaning trees | J |
| Kirk Alloway seemed 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 mak' us scorn | F |
| Wi' tippenny we fear nae evil | Y |
| Wi' usquabae we'll face the devil | Y |
| The swats sae reamed in Tammie's noddle | Y |
| Fair play he cared na deils a boddle | Y |
| But Maggie stood right sair astonished | X |
| Till by the heel and hand admonished | X |
| She ventured forward on the light | X |
| And wow Tam saw an unco sight | X |
| Warlocks and witches in a dance | J |
| Nae cotillion 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 | X |
| There sat auld Nick in shape o' beast | X |
| A towzie tyke black grim and large | Z |
| To gie them music was his charge | Z |
| He screwed the pipes and gart them skirl | Y |
| Till roof and rafters a' did dirl | Y |
| Coffins stood round like open presses | J |
| That shawed the Dead in their last dresses | J |
| And by some devilish cantraip sleight | X |
| Each in its cauld hand held a light | X |
| By which heroic Tam was able | Y |
| To note upon the haly table | Y |
| 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 | X |
| Five scimitars wi' murder crusted | X |
| A garter which a babe had strangled | X |
| A knife a father's throat had mangled | X |
| Whom his ain son o' life bereft | X |
| The grey hairs yet stack to the heft | X |
| Wi' mair of horrible and awfu' | W |
| Which even to name wad be unlawfu' | W |
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| As Tammie glowered amazed and curious | J |
| The mirth and fun grew fast and furious | J |
| The Piper loud and louder blew | Y |
| The dancers quick and quicker flew | Y |
| They reeled they set they crossed they cleekit | X |
| Till ilka carlin swat and reekit | X |
| And coost her duddies to the wark | B |
| And linket 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 ance were plush o' gude blue hair | I |
| I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies | J |
| For ae blink o' the bonie burdies | J |
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| But withered beldams auld and droll | Y |
| Rigwoodie hags wad spean a foal | Y |
| Lowping and flinging on a crummock | B |
| I wonder didna turn thy stomach | A2 |
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| But Tam kenned what was what fu' brawlie | Y |
| 'There was ae winsome wench and waulie' | Y |
| That night enlisted in the core | I |
| Lang after kenned on Carrick shore | I |
| For mony a beast to dead she shot | X |
| And perished mony a bonie boat | X |
| 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 | X |
| It was her best and she was vauntie | X |
| Ah little kenned thy reverend grannie | F |
| That sark she coft for her wee Nannie | F |
| Wi' twa pund Scots 'twas a' her riches | J |
| Wad ever graced 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 bewitched | X |
| And thought his very een enriched | X |
| Even Satan glowered and fidged fu' fain | F |
| And hotched 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 | X |
| When out the hellish legion sallied | X |
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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 | X |
| When Catch the thief resounds aloud | X |
| So Maggie runs the witches follow | Y |
| Wi' mony an eldritch screech and hollow | Y |
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| Ah Tam ah Tam thou'll get thy fairin | F |
| In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin | F |
| In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin | F |
| Kate soon will be a woefu' woman | F |
| Now do thy speedy utmost Meg | B |
| And win the key stane of the brig | B |
| There at them thou thy tail may toss | J |
| A running stream they dare na cross | J |
| But ere the key stane she could make | B |
| The fient a tail she had to shake | B |
| For Nannie far before the rest | X |
| Hard upon noble Maggie prest | X |
| And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle | Y |
| But little wist she Maggie's mettle | Y |
| Ae spring brought off her master hale | Y |
| But left behind her ain grey tail | Y |
| The carlin claught her by the rump | F |
| And left poor Maggie scarce a stump | F |
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| Now wha this tale o' truth shall read | X |
| Ilk man and mother's son take heed | X |
| Whene'er to drink you are inclined | X |
| Or cutty sarks run in your mind | X |
| Think ye may buy the joys o'er dear | I |
| Remember Tam o'Shanter's mare | I |
Robert Burns
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