The Heron Ballads. (ballad Second.) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCDEDE A FGFHIFFF A HBFBJKFK H FLMLMNFO F PQDQBFMF H PRPRMBPB H BIIBMBMB H PSRSRPPG M RMRMPBPB M MMPMPRTR M PIMI BMB| I | A |
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| Fy let us a' to Kirkcudbright | B |
| For there will be bickerin' there | C |
| For Murray's light horse are to muster | D |
| And O how the heroes will swear | C |
| An' there will be Murray commander | D |
| And Gordon the battle to win | E |
| Like brothers they'll stand by each other | D |
| Sae knit in alliance an' kin | E |
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| II | A |
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| An' there will be black lippit Johnnie | F |
| The tongue o' the trump to them a' | G |
| And he get na hell for his haddin' | F |
| The deil gets na justice ava' | H |
| And there will Kempleton's birkie | I |
| A boy no sae black at the bane | F |
| But as for his fine nabob fortune | F |
| We'll e'en let the subject alane | F |
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| III | A |
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| An' there will be Wigton's new sheriff | H |
| Dame Justice fu' brawlie has sped | B |
| She's gotten the heart of a Bushby | F |
| But Lord what's become o' the head | B |
| An' there will be Cardoness Esquire | J |
| Sae mighty in Cardoness' eyes | K |
| A wight that will weather damnation | F |
| For the devil the prey will despise | K |
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| IV | H |
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| An' there will be Douglasses doughty | F |
| New christ'ning towns far and near | L |
| Abjuring their democrat doings | M |
| By kissing the o' a peer | L |
| An' there will be Kenmure sae gen'rous | M |
| Whose honour is proof to the storm | N |
| To save them from stark reprobation | F |
| He lent them his name to the firm | O |
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| V | F |
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| But we winna mention Redcastle | P |
| The body e'en let him escape | Q |
| He'd venture the gallows for siller | D |
| An' 'twere na the cost o' the rape | Q |
| An' where is our king's lord lieutenant | B |
| Sae fam'd for his gratefu' return | F |
| The billie is gettin' his questions | M |
| To say in St Stephen's the morn | F |
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| VI | H |
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| An' there will be lads o' the gospel | P |
| Muirhead wha's as gude as he's true | R |
| An' there will be Buittle's apostle | P |
| Wha's more o' the black than the blue | R |
| An' there will be folk from St Mary's | M |
| A house o' great merit and note | B |
| The deil ane but honours them highly | P |
| The deil ane will gie them his vote | B |
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| VII | H |
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| An' there will be wealthy young Richard | B |
| Dame Fortune should hing by the neck | I |
| For prodigal thriftless bestowing | I |
| His merit had won him respect | B |
| An' there will be rich brother nabobs | M |
| Tho' nabobs yet men of the first | B |
| An' there will be Collieston's whiskers | M |
| An' Quintin o' lads not the worst | B |
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| VIII | H |
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| An' there will be stamp office Johnnie | P |
| Tak' tent how ye purchase a dram | S |
| An' there will be gay Cassencarrie | R |
| An' there will be gleg Colonel Tam | S |
| An' there will be trusty Kerroughtree | R |
| Whose honour was ever his law | P |
| If the virtues were pack'd in a parcel | P |
| His worth might be sample for a' | G |
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| IX | M |
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| An' can we forget the auld major | R |
| Wha'll ne'er be forgot in the Greys | M |
| Our flatt'ry we'll keep for some other | R |
| Him only 'tis justice to praise | M |
| An' there will be maiden Kilkerran | P |
| And also Barskimming's gude knight | B |
| An' there will be roarin' Birtwhistle | P |
| Wha luckily roars in the right | B |
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| X | M |
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| An' there frae the Niddisdale borders | M |
| Will mingle the Maxwells in droves | M |
| Teugh Johnnie staunch Geordie an' Walie | P |
| That griens for the fishes an' loaves | M |
| An' there will be Logan Mac Douall | P |
| Sculdudd'ry an' he will be there | R |
| An' also the wild Scot of Galloway | T |
| Sodgerin' gunpowder Blair | R |
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| XI | M |
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| Then hey the chaste interest o' Broughton | P |
| An' hey for the blessings 'twill bring | I |
| It may send Balmaghie to the Commons | M |
| In Sodom 'twould make him a king | I |
| An' hey for the sanctified M y | - |
| Our land who wi' chapels has stor'd | B |
| He founder'd his horse among harlots | M |
| But gied the auld naig to the Lord | B |
Robert Burns
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The Heron Ballads. (ballad Second.) is a poem by Robert Burns. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.