The Kirk Of Scotland's Alarm: A Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCC DECEE FGHII JIKLL IMNOO CKOKK IPNPP IQRII IECEE CSTII ECUCC RFNFF VCQCC WIXKK QYZTT NA2QEE CQB2QQ CC2ID2D2 IE2QE2E2 QF2G2F2F2| alarm to your conscience | A |
| A heretic blast has been blown in the West | B |
| That what is no sense must be nonsense | C |
| Orthodox That what is no sense must be nonsense | C |
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| Doctor Mac Doctor Mac you should streek on a rack | D |
| To strike evil doers wi' terror | E |
| To join Faith and Sense upon any pretence | C |
| Was heretic damnable error | E |
| Doctor Mac 'Twas heretic damnable error | E |
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| Town of Ayr town of Ayr it was mad I declare | F |
| To meddle wi' mischief a brewing | G |
| Provost John is still deaf to the Church's relief | H |
| And Orator Bob is its ruin | I |
| Town of Ayr Yes Orator Bob is its ruin | I |
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| D'rymple mild D'rymple mild tho' your heart's like a child | J |
| And your life like the new driven snaw | I |
| Yet that winna save you auld Satan must have you | K |
| For preaching that three's ane an' twa | L |
| D'rymple mild For preaching that three's ane an' twa | L |
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| Rumble John rumble John mount the steps with a groan | I |
| Cry the book is with heresy cramm'd | M |
| Then out wi' your ladle deal brimstone like aidle | N |
| And roar ev'ry note of the D 'd | O |
| Rumble John And roar ev'ry note of the D 'd | O |
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| Simper James simper James leave your fair Killie dames | C |
| There's a holier chase in your view | K |
| I'll lay on your head that the pack you'll soon lead | O |
| For puppies like you there's but few | K |
| Simper James For puppies like you there's but few | K |
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| Singet Sawnie singet Sawnie are ye huirdin the penny | I |
| Unconscious what evils await | P |
| With a jump yell and howl alarm ev'ry soul | N |
| For the foul thief is just at your gate | P |
| Singet Sawnie For the foul thief is just at your gate | P |
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| Poet Willie poet Willie gie the Doctor a volley | I |
| Wi' your Liberty's Chain and your wit | Q |
| O'er Pegasus' side ye ne'er laid a stride | R |
| Ye but smelt man the place where he sh t | I |
| Poet Willie Ye but smelt man the place where he sh t | I |
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| Barr Steenie Barr Steenie what mean ye what mean ye | I |
| If ye meddle nae mair wi' the matter | E |
| Ye may hae some pretence to havins and sense | C |
| Wi' people that ken ye nae better | E |
| Barr Steenie Wi'people that ken ye nae better | E |
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| Jamie Goose Jamie Goose ye made but toom roose | C |
| In hunting the wicked Lieutenant | S |
| But the Doctor's your mark for the Lord's holy ark | T |
| He has cooper'd an' ca'd a wrang pin in't | I |
| Jamie Goose He has cooper'd an' ca'd a wrang pin in't | I |
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| Davie Bluster Davie Bluster for a saint ye do muster | E |
| The core is no nice o' recruits | C |
| Yet to worth let's be just royal blood ye might boast | U |
| If the Ass were the king o' the brutes | C |
| Davie Bluster If the Ass were the king o' the brutes | C |
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| Cessnock side Cessnock side wi' your turkey cock pride | R |
| Of manhood but sma' is your share | F |
| Ye've the figure 'tis true ev'n your foes will allow | N |
| And your friends they dare grant you nae mair | F |
| Cessnock side And your friends they dare grant you nae mair | F |
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| Muirland Jock muirland Jock when the L d makes a rock | V |
| To crush common sense for her sins | C |
| If ill manners were wit there's no mortal so fit | Q |
| To confound the poor Doctor at ance | C |
| Muirland Jock To confound the poor Doctor at ance | C |
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| Andro Gowk Andro Gowk ye may slander the Book | W |
| An' the Book nought the waur let me tell ye | I |
| Tho' ye're rich an' look big yet lay by hat an' wig | X |
| An' ye'll hae a calf's had o' sma' value | K |
| Andro Gowk Ye'll hae a calf's head o' sma value | K |
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| Daddy Auld daddy Auld there'a a tod in the fauld | Q |
| A tod meikle waur than the clerk | Y |
| Tho' ye do little skaith ye'll be in at the death | Z |
| For gif ye canna bite ye may bark | T |
| Daddy Auld Gif ye canna bite ye may bark | T |
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| Holy Will holy Will there was wit in your skull | N |
| When ye pilfer'd the alms o' the poor | A2 |
| The timmer is scant when ye're taen for a saunt | Q |
| Wha should swing in a rape for an hour | E |
| Holy Will Ye should swing in a rape for an hour | E |
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| Calvin's sons Calvin's sons seize your spiritual guns | C |
| Ammunition you never can need | Q |
| Your hearts are the stuff will be powder enough | B2 |
| And your skulls are a storehouse o' lead | Q |
| Calvin's sons Your skulls are a storehouse o' lead | Q |
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| Poet Burns poet Burns wi your priest skelpin turns | C |
| Why desert ye your auld native shire | C2 |
| Your muse is a gipsy yet were she e'en tipsy | I |
| She could ca'us nae waur than we are | D2 |
| Poet Burns She could ca'us nae waur than we are | D2 |
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| PRESENTATION STANZAS TO CORRESPONDENTSFactor John Factor John whom the Lord made alone | I |
| And ne'er made anither thy peer | E2 |
| Thy poor servant the Bard in respectful regard | Q |
| He presents thee this token sincere | E2 |
| Factor John He presents thee this token sincere | E2 |
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| Afton's Laird Afton's Laird when your pen can be spared | Q |
| A copy of this I bequeath | F2 |
| On the same sicker score as I mention'd before | G2 |
| To that trusty auld worthy Clackleith | F2 |
| Afton's Laird To that trusty auld worthy Clackleith | F2 |
Robert Burns
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