The Battle Of Sherramuir Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDFFB FBGBFFFGGB FBFBHHHIJB KBKBGGGGGB GBABLLLFFB MBNBGGGOOBO cam ye here the fight to shun | A |
Or herd the sheep wi' me man | B |
Or were ye at the Sherra moor | C |
Or did the battle see man | B |
I saw the battle sair and teugh | D |
And reekin red ran monie a sheugh | E |
My heart for fear gae sough for sough | D |
To hear the thuds and see the cluds | F |
O clans frae woods in tartan duds | F |
Wha glaum'd at icingdoms three man | B |
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The red coat lads wi' black cockauds | F |
To meet them were na slaw man | B |
They rush'd and push'd and bluid outgush'd | G |
And monie a bouk did fa' man | B |
The great Argyle led on his files | F |
I wat they glanc'd for twenty miles | F |
They hough'd the clans like nine pin kyles | F |
They hack'd and hash'd while braid swords clashed | G |
And thro they dash'd and hew'd and smash'd | G |
Till fey men died awa man | B |
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But had ye seen the philibegs | F |
And skyrin tartan trews man | B |
When in the teeth they daur'd our Whigs | F |
And Covenant trueblues man | B |
In lines extended lang and large | H |
When baig'nets o'erpower'd the targe | H |
And thousands hasten'd to the charge | H |
Wi' Highland wrath and frac the sheath | I |
Drew blades o' death till out o' breath | J |
They fled like frightened dows man | B |
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O how Deil Tam can that be true | K |
The chase gaed frae the north man | B |
I saw mysel they did pursue | K |
The horseman back to Forth man | B |
And at Dunblane in my ain sight | G |
They took the brig wi a' their might | G |
And straught to Stirling wing'd their flight | G |
But cursed lot the gates were shut | G |
And monie a huntit poor red coat | G |
For fear amaist did swarf man | B |
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My sister Kate came up the gate | G |
Wi' crowdie unto me man | B |
She swoor she saw some rebels run | A |
To Perth and to Dundee man | B |
Their left hand general had nae skill | L |
The Angus lads had nae good will | L |
That day their neebors' bluid to spill | L |
For fear by foes that they should lose | F |
Their cogs o brose they scar'd at blows | F |
And hameward fast did flee man | B |
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They've lost some gallant gentlemen | M |
Amang the Highland clans man | B |
I fear my Lord Panmure is slain | N |
Or in his en'mies' hands man | B |
Now wad ye sing this double flight | G |
Some fell for wrang and some for right | G |
But monie bade the world guid night | G |
Say pell and mell wi' muskets' knell | O |
How Tories feil and Whigs to Hell | O |
Flew off in frightened bands man | B |
Robert Burns
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