The Author's Earnest Cry And Prayer To The Scotch Representatives In The House Of Commons. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB C DEFGFH IJKLIL CCCLCL MMMNMN OPPPPP QQQRQS NNNNNN TTTUTU LLLVLV LLLNLN LLLLLL WWWXXX UUUPUP LYLXLX NNNZNZ LLLZLZ ZLLXLX A2A2A2LB2L XXXLXL XXXZXZ C2D2C2UC2U ZZZLZL LLLXLX XXXXXX L XXXLXL XXXXXX B2B2B2UB2U NNNE2NE2 PPPXPX LLLULU B2B2B2PB2P| 'Dearest of distillation last and best | A |
| How art thou lost ' | B |
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| Parody On Milton | C |
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| Ye Irish lords ye knights an' squires | D |
| Wha represent our brughs an' shires | E |
| An' doucely manage our affairs | F |
| In Parliament | G |
| To you a simple Bardie's prayers | F |
| Are humbly sent | H |
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| Alas my roupet Muse is hearse | I |
| Your honours' hearts wi' grief 'twad pierce | J |
| To see her sittin' on her a e | K |
| Low i' the dust | L |
| An' scriechin' out prosaic verse | I |
| An' like to brust | L |
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| Tell them wha hae the chief direction | C |
| Scotland an' me's in great affliction | C |
| E'er sin' they laid that curst restriction | C |
| On aqua vit | L |
| An' rouse them up to strong conviction | C |
| An' move their pity | L |
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| Stand forth an' tell yon Premier youth | M |
| The honest open naked truth | M |
| Tell him o' mine an' Scotland's drouth | M |
| His servants humble | N |
| The muckie devil blaw ye south | M |
| If ye dissemble | N |
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| Does ony great man glunch an' gloom | O |
| Speak out an' never fash your thumb | P |
| Let posts an' pensions sink or soom | P |
| Wi' them wha grant 'em | P |
| If honestly they canna come | P |
| Far better want 'em | P |
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| In gath'rin votes you were na slack | Q |
| Now stand as tightly by your tack | Q |
| Ne'er claw your lug an' fidge your back | Q |
| An' hum an' haw | R |
| But raise your arm an' tell your crack | Q |
| Before them a' | S |
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| Paint Scotland greetin' owre her thrizzle | N |
| Her mutchkin stoup as toom's a whissle | N |
| An' damn'd excisemen in a bussle | N |
| Seizin' a stell | N |
| Triumphant crushin't like a mussel | N |
| Or lampit shell | N |
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| Then on the tither hand present her | T |
| A blackguard smuggler right behint her | T |
| An' cheek for chow a chuffie vintner | T |
| Colleaguing join | U |
| Picking her pouch as bare as winter | T |
| Of a' kind coin | U |
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| Is there that bears the name o' Scot | L |
| But feels his heart's bluid rising hot | L |
| To see his poor auld mither's pot | L |
| Thus dung in staves | V |
| An' plunder'd o' her hindmost groat | L |
| By gallows knaves | V |
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| Alas I'm but a nameless wight | L |
| Trode i' the mire out o' sight | L |
| But could I like Montgomeries fight | L |
| Or gab like Boswell | N |
| There's some sark necks I wad draw tight | L |
| An' tie some hose well | N |
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| God bless your honours can ye see't | L |
| The kind auld canty carlin greet | L |
| An' no get warmly on your feet | L |
| An' gar them hear it | L |
| An' tell them with a patriot heat | L |
| Ye winna bear it | L |
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| Some o' you nicely ken the laws | W |
| To round the period an' pause | W |
| An' wi' rhetorie clause on clause | W |
| To mak harangues | X |
| Then echo thro' Saint Stephen's wa's | X |
| Auld Scotland's wrangs | X |
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| Dempster a true blue Scot I'se warran' | U |
| Thee aith detesting chaste Kilkerran | U |
| An' that glib gabbet Highland baron | U |
| The Laird o' Graham | P |
| An' ane a chap that's damn'd auldfarren | U |
| Dundas his name | P |
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| Erskine a spunkie Norland billie | L |
| True Campbells Frederick an' Hay | Y |
| An' Livingstone the bauld Sir Willie | L |
| An' monie ithers | X |
| Whom auld Demosthenes or Tully | L |
| Might own for brithers | X |
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| Arouse my boys exert your mettle | N |
| To get auld Scotland back her kettle | N |
| Or faith I'll wad my new pleugh pettle | N |
| Ye'll see't or lang | Z |
| She'll teach you wi' a reekin' whittle | N |
| Anither sang | Z |
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| This while she's been in crankous mood | L |
| Her lost militia fir'd her bluid | L |
| Deil na they never mair do guid | L |
| Play'd her that pliskie | Z |
| An' now she's like to rin red wud | L |
| About her whiskey | Z |
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| An' L d if once they pit her till't | Z |
| Her tartan petticoat she'll kilt | L |
| An' durk an' pistol at her belt | L |
| She'll tak the streets | X |
| An' rin her whittle to the hilt | L |
| I' th' first she meets | X |
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| For God sake sirs then speak her fair | A2 |
| An' straik her cannie wi' the hair | A2 |
| An' to the muckle house repair | A2 |
| Wi' instant speed | L |
| An' strive wi' a' your wit and lear | B2 |
| To get remead | L |
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| Yon ill tongu'd tinkler Charlie Fox | X |
| May taunt you wi' his jeers an' mocks | X |
| But gie him't het my hearty cocks | X |
| E'en cowe the cadie | L |
| An' send him to his dicing box | X |
| An' sportin' lady | L |
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| Tell yon guid bluid o' auld Boconnock's | X |
| I'll be his debt twa mashlum bonnocks | X |
| An' drink his health in auld Nanse Tinnock's | X |
| Nine times a week | Z |
| If he some scheme like tea an' winnocks | X |
| Wad kindly seek | Z |
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| Could he some commutation broach | C2 |
| I'll pledge my aith in guid braid Scotch | D2 |
| He need na fear their foul reproach | C2 |
| Nor erudition | U |
| Yon mixtie maxtie queer hotch potch | C2 |
| The Coalition | U |
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| Auld Scotland has a raucle tongue | Z |
| She's just a devil wi' a rung | Z |
| An' if she promise auld or young | Z |
| To tak their part | L |
| Tho' by the neck she should be strung | Z |
| She'll no desert | L |
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| An' now ye chosen Five and Forty | L |
| May still your mither's heart support ye | L |
| Then though a minister grow dorty | L |
| An' kick your place | X |
| Ye'll snap your fingers poor an' hearty | L |
| Before his face | X |
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| God bless your honours a' your days | X |
| Wi' sowps o' kail and brats o' claise | X |
| In spite o' a' the thievish kaes | X |
| That haunt St Jamie's | X |
| Your humble Poet signs an' prays | X |
| While Rab his name is | X |
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| Postscript | L |
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| Let half starv'd slaves in warmer skies | X |
| See future wines rich clust'ring rise | X |
| Their lot auld Scotland ne'er envies | X |
| But blythe and frisky | L |
| She eyes her freeborn martial boys | X |
| Tak aff their whiskey | L |
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| What tho' their Phoebus kinder warms | X |
| While fragrance blooms and beauty charms | X |
| When wretches range in famish'd swarms | X |
| The scented groves | X |
| Or hounded forth dishonour arms | X |
| In hungry droves | X |
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| Their gun's a burden on their shouther | B2 |
| They downa bide the stink o' powther | B2 |
| Their bauldest thought's a' hank'ring swither | B2 |
| To stan' or rin | U |
| Till skelp a shot they're aff a' throther | B2 |
| To save their skin | U |
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| But bring a Scotsman frae his hill | N |
| Clap in his check a Highland gill | N |
| Say such is royal George's will | N |
| An' there's the foe | E2 |
| He has nae thought but how to kill | N |
| Twa at a blow | E2 |
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| Nae could faint hearted doubtings tease him | P |
| Death comes wi' fearless eye he sees him | P |
| Wi' bluidy han' a welcome gies him | P |
| An' when he fa's | X |
| His latest draught o' breathin' lea'es him | P |
| In faint huzzas | X |
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| Sages their solemn een may steek | L |
| An' raise a philosophic reek | L |
| An' physically causes seek | L |
| In clime an' season | U |
| But tell me whiskey's name in Greek | L |
| I'll tell the reason | U |
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| Scotland my auld respected mither | B2 |
| Tho' whiles ye moistify your leather | B2 |
| Till whare ye sit on craps o' heather | B2 |
| Ye tine your dam | P |
| Freedom and whiskey gang thegither | B2 |
| Tak aff your dram | P |
Robert Burns
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