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 BFUFUFNF| Air 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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The Poor And Honest Sodger. is a poem by Robert Burns. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.