The Poor And Honest Sodger. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEFGF HFBFIJKJ BLBLMCNC O PQJQRFRF J JFNFFNNN O SNNNONTN O JNONNNNN O BFUFUFNFAir The Mill Mill O | A |
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I | - |
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When wild war's deadly blast was blawn | B |
And gentle peace returning | C |
Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless | D |
And mony a widow mourning | C |
I left the lines and tented field | E |
Where lang I'd been a lodger | F |
My humble knapsack a' my wealth | G |
A poor and honest sodger | F |
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II | - |
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A leal light heart was in my breast | H |
My hand unstain'd wi' plunder | F |
And for fair Scotia hame again | B |
I cheery on did wander | F |
I thought upon the banks o' Coil | I |
I thought upon my Nancy | J |
I thought upon the witching smile | K |
That caught my youthful fancy | J |
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III | - |
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At length I reach'd the bonny glen | B |
Where early life I sported | L |
I pass'd the mill and trysting thorn | B |
Where Nancy aft I courted | L |
Wha spied I but my ain dear maid | M |
Down by her mother's dwelling | C |
And turn'd me round to hide the flood | N |
That in my een was swelling | C |
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IV | O |
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Wi' alter'd voice quoth I sweet lass | P |
Sweet as yon hawthorn's blossom | Q |
O happy happy may he be | J |
That's dearest to thy bosom | Q |
My purse is light I've far to gang | R |
And fain wud be thy lodger | F |
I've serv'd my king and country lang | R |
Take pity on a sodger | F |
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V | J |
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Sae wistfully she gaz'd on me | J |
And lovelier was then ever | F |
Quo' she a sodger ance I lo'd | N |
Forget him shall I never | F |
Our humble cot and hamely fare | F |
Ye freely shall partake it | N |
That gallant badge the dear cockade | N |
Ye're welcome for the sake o't | N |
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VI | O |
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She gaz'd she redden'd like a rose | S |
Syne pale like onie lily | N |
She sank within my arms and cried | N |
Art thou my ain dear Willie | N |
By him who made yon sun and sky | O |
By whom true love's regarded | N |
I am the man and thus may still | T |
True lovers be rewarded | N |
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VII | O |
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The wars are o'er and I'm come hame | J |
And find thee still true hearted | N |
Tho' poor in gear we're rich in love | O |
And mair we'se ne'er be parted | N |
Quo' she my grandsire left me gowd | N |
A mailen plenish'd fairly | N |
And come my faithful sodger lad | N |
Thou'rt welcome to it dearly | N |
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VIII | O |
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For gold the merchant ploughs the main | B |
The farmer ploughs the manor | F |
But glory is the sodger's prize | U |
The sodger's wealth is honour | F |
The brave poor sodger ne'er despise | U |
Nor count him as a stranger | F |
Remember he's his country's stay | N |
In day and hour of danger | F |
Robert Burns
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