To J. Lapraik. (third Epistle.) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBBCDC EFFGFG HHHIHJ KKKLKM FFFFFF HHHNHN OPQRQR RRRRRR RRRKRKSept th | A |
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Guid speed an' furder to you Johnny | B |
Guid health hale han's an' weather bonny | B |
Now when ye're nickan down fu' canny | B |
The staff o' bread | C |
May ye ne'er want a stoup o' bran'y | D |
To clear your head | C |
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May Boreas never thresh your rigs | E |
Nor kick your rickles aff their legs | F |
Sendin' the stuff o'er muirs an' haggs | F |
Like drivin' wrack | G |
But may the tapmast grain that wags | F |
Come to the sack | G |
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I'm bizzie too an' skelpin' at it | H |
But bitter daudin' showers hae wat it | H |
Sae my auld stumpie pen I gat it | H |
Wi' muckle wark | I |
An' took my jocteleg an' whatt it | H |
Like ony clark | J |
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It's now twa month that I'm your debtor | K |
For your braw nameless dateless letter | K |
Abusin' me for harsh ill nature | K |
On holy men | L |
While deil a hair yoursel' ye're better | K |
But mair profane | M |
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But let the kirk folk ring their bells | F |
Let's sing about our noble sel's | F |
We'll cry nae jads frae heathen hills | F |
To help or roose us | F |
But browster wives an' whiskey stills | F |
They are the muses | F |
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Your friendship Sir I winna quat it | H |
An' if ye mak' objections at it | H |
Then han' in nieve some day we'll knot it | H |
An' witness take | N |
An' when wi' Usquabae we've wat it | H |
It winna break | N |
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But if the beast and branks be spar'd | O |
Till kye be gaun without the herd | P |
An' a' the vittel in the yard | Q |
An' theekit right | R |
I mean your ingle side to guard | Q |
Ae winter night | R |
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Then muse inspirin' aqua vit | R |
Shall make us baith sae blythe an' witty | R |
Till ye forget ye're auld an' gatty | R |
An' be as canty | R |
As ye were nine year less than thretty | R |
Sweet ane an' twenty | R |
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But stooks are cowpet wi' the blast | R |
An' now the sin keeks in the west | R |
Then I maun rin amang the rest | R |
An' quat my chanter | K |
Sae I subscribe myself in haste | R |
Yours Rab the Ranter | K |
Robert Burns
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