The Inventory; - In Answer To A Mandate By The Surveyor Of The Taxes. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCC DDDEEDDFFGGHHIIJKLLD DLLIIMMDD NNOODDDDPPPPMMQRDDLL STTDDOO EEOODDLLLLPP LLU U

Sir as your mandate did requestA
I send you here a faithfu' listB
O' gudes an' gear an' a' my graithC
To which I'm clear to gi'e my aithC
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Imprimis then for carriage cattleD
I have four brutes o' gallant mettleD
As ever drew afore a pettleD
My lan' afore's a gude auld has beenE
An' wight an' wilfu' a' his days beenE
My lan ahin's a weel gaun fillieD
That aft has borne me hame frae KillieD
An' your auld burro' mony a timeF
In days when riding was nae crimeF
But ance whan in my wooing prideG
I like a blockhead boost to rideG
The wilfu' creature sae I pat toH
L d pardon a' my sins an' that tooH
I play'd my fillie sic a shavieI
She's a' bedevil'd with the spavieI
My fur ahin's a wordy beastJ
As e'er in tug or tow was trac'dK
The fourth's a Highland Donald hastieL
A d n'd red wud Kilburnie blastieL
Forbye a cowt o' cowt's the waleD
As ever ran afore a tailD
If he be spar'd to be a beastL
He'll draw me fifteen pun' at leastL
Wheel carriages I ha'e but fewI
Three carts an' twa are feckly newI
Ae auld wheelbarrow mair for tokenM
Ae leg an' baith the trams are brokenM
I made a poker o' the spin'leD
An' my auld mither brunt the trin'leD
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For men I've three mischievous boysN
Run de'ils for rantin' an' for noiseN
A gaudsman ane a thrasher t'otherO
Wee Davock hauds the nowt in fotherO
I rule them as I ought discreetlyD
An' aften labour them completelyD
An' ay on Sundays duly nightlyD
I on the Questions targe them tightlyD
Till faith wee Davock's turn'd sae glegP
Tho' scarcely langer than your legP
He'll screed you aff Effectual callingP
As fast as ony in the dwallingP
I've nane in female servan' stationM
Lord keep me ay frae a' temptationM
I ha'e nae wife and that my bliss isQ
An' ye have laid nae tax on missesR
An' then if kirk folks dinna clutch meD
I ken the devils darena touch meD
Wi' weans I'm mair than weel contentedL
Heav'n sent me ane mae than I wantedL
My sonsie smirking dear bought BessS
She stares the daddy in her faceT
Enough of ought ye like but graceT
But her my bonnie sweet wee ladyD
I've paid enough for her alreadyD
An' gin ye tax her or her mitherO
B' the L d ye'se get them a'thegitherO
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And now remember Mr AikenE
Nae kind of license out I'm takin'E
Frae this time forth I do declareO
I'se ne'er ride horse nor hizzie mairO
Thro' dirt and dub for life I'll paidleD
Ere I sae dear pay for a saddleD
My travel a' on foot I'll shank itL
I've sturdy bearers Gude be thankitL
The kirk and you may tak' you thatL
It puts but little in your patL
Sae dinna put me in your bukeP
Nor for my ten white shillings lukeP
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This list wi' my ain hand I wrote itL
the day and date as under notedL
Then know all ye whom it concernsU
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Subscripsi huic ROBERT BURNSU

Robert Burns



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