The Battle Of Sheriff-muir. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEFEGGC GCACGGGAAC GCGCHHHIJC E KCKCAAAAAC E ACBCLLLGGC E MCNCAAAOOOC| Tune Cameronian Rant | A |
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| O cam ye here the fight to shun | B |
| Or herd the sheep wi' me man | C |
| Or were ye at the Sherra muir | D |
| And did the battle see man | C |
| I saw the battle sair and tough | E |
| And reekin' red ran mony a sheugh | F |
| My heart for fear gaed sough for sough | E |
| To hear the thuds and see the cluds | G |
| O' clans frae woods in tartan duds | G |
| Wha glaum'd at kingdoms three man | C |
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| II | - |
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| The red coat lads wi' black cockades | G |
| To meet them were na slaw man | C |
| They rush'd and push'd and blude outgush'd | A |
| And mony a bouk did fa' man | C |
| The great Argyll led on his files | G |
| I wat they glanc'd for twenty miles | G |
| They hough'd the clans like nine pin kyles | G |
| They hack'd and hash'd while broad swords clash'd | A |
| And thro' they dash'd and hew'd and smash'd | A |
| 'Till fey men died awa man | C |
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| III | - |
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| But had you seen the philibegs | G |
| And skyrin tartan trews man | C |
| When in the teeth they dar'd our Whigs | G |
| And covenant true blues man | C |
| In lines extended lang and large | H |
| When bayonets opposed the targe | H |
| And thousands hasten'd to the charge | H |
| Wi' Highland wrath they frae the sheath | I |
| Drew blades o' death 'till out o' breath | J |
| They fled like frighted doos man | C |
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| IV | E |
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| O how deil Tam can that be true | K |
| The chase gaed frae the north man | C |
| I saw myself they did pursue | K |
| The horsemen back to Forth man | C |
| And at Dumblane in my ain sight | A |
| They took the brig wi' a' their might | A |
| And straught to Stirling winged their flight | A |
| But cursed lot the gates were shut | A |
| And mony a huntit poor red coat | A |
| For fear amaist did swarf man | C |
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| V | E |
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| My sister Kate cam up the gate | A |
| Wi' crowdie unto me man | C |
| She swore she saw some rebels run | B |
| Frae Perth unto Dundee man | C |
| Their left hand general had nae skill | L |
| The Angus lads had nae good will | L |
| That day their neebors' blood to spill | L |
| For fear by foes that they should lose | G |
| Their cogs o' brose they scar'd at blows | G |
| And so it goes you see man | C |
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| VI | E |
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| They've lost some gallant gentlemen | M |
| Amang the Highland clans man | C |
| I fear my Lord Panmure is slain | N |
| Or fallen in Whiggish hands man | C |
| Now wad ye sing this double fight | A |
| Some fell for wrang and some for right | A |
| And mony bade the world guid night | A |
| Then ye may tell how pell and mell | O |
| By red claymores and muskets' knell | O |
| Wi' dying yell the Tories fell | O |
| And Whigs to hell did flee man | C |
Robert Burns
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