To Dr. Blacklock, In Answer To A Letter. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A AAAABA CCCDCD EEFBFB GHGBGB IIIJIJ IIIBIB KKKIKI LLFKLK MMMNMN BBBOBO I| Ellisland st Oct | A |
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| Wow but your letter made me vauntie | A |
| And are ye hale and weel and cantie | A |
| I kenn'd it still your wee bit jauntie | A |
| Wad bring ye to | A |
| Lord send you ay as weel's I want ye | B |
| And then ye'll do | A |
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| The ill thief blaw the heron south | C |
| And never drink be near his drouth | C |
| He tauld mysel' by word o' mouth | C |
| He'd tak my letter | D |
| I lippen'd to the chief in trouth | C |
| And bade nae better | D |
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| But aiblins honest Master Heron | E |
| Had at the time some dainty fair one | E |
| To ware his theologic care on | F |
| And holy study | B |
| And tir'd o' sauls to waste his lear on | F |
| E'en tried the body | B |
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| But what dy'e think my trusty fier | G |
| I'm turn'd a gauger Peace be here | H |
| Parnassian queans I fear I fear | G |
| Ye'll now disdain me | B |
| And then my fifty pounds a year | G |
| Will little gain me | B |
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| Ye glaiket gleesome dainty damies | I |
| Wha by Castalia's wimplin' streamies | I |
| Lowp sing and lave your pretty limbies | I |
| Ye ken ye ken | J |
| That strang necessity supreme is | I |
| 'Mang sons o' men | J |
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| I hae a wife and twa wee laddies | I |
| They maun hae brose and brats o' duddies | I |
| Ye ken yoursels my heart right proud is | I |
| I need na vaunt | B |
| But I'll sned besoms thraw saugh woodies | I |
| Before they want | B |
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| Lord help me thro' this warld o' care | K |
| I'm weary sick o't late and air | K |
| Not but I hae a richer share | K |
| Than mony ithers | I |
| But why should ae man better fare | K |
| And a' men brithers | I |
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| Come firm Resolve take then the van | L |
| Thou stalk o' carl hemp in man | L |
| And let us mind faint heart ne'er wan | F |
| A lady fair | K |
| Wha does the utmost that he can | L |
| Will whyles do mair | K |
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| But to conclude my silly rhyme | M |
| I'm scant o' verse and scant o' time | M |
| To make a happy fire side clime | M |
| To weans and wife | N |
| That's the true pathos and sublime | M |
| Of human life | N |
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| My compliments to sister Beckie | B |
| And eke the same to honest Lucky | B |
| I wat she is a dainty chuckie | B |
| As e'er tread clay | O |
| And gratefully my guid auld cockie | B |
| I'm yours for ay | O |
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| ROBERT BURNS | I |
Robert Burns
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