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To The Rev. John M'math. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBBCDC EFEDED GGGGGG HIHJJJ GGGKGK GGGJGJ JJJGJG GGGLGL JJJMJN OPPGPG QQQPQP MMMJMJ JJJGJG GGGJGJ GGGDGD NRMPGP

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While at the stook the shearers cow'rB
To shun the bitter blaudin' show'rB
Or in gulravage rinnin' scow'rB
To pass the timeC
To you I dedicate the hourD
In idle rhymeC
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My musie tir'd wi' mony a sonnetE
On gown an' ban' and douse black bonnetF
Is grown right eerie now she's done itE
Lest they should blame herD
An' rouse their holy thunder on itE
And anathem herD
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I own 'twas rash an' rather hardyG
That I a simple countra bardieG
Shou'd meddle wi' a pack sae sturdyG
Wha if they ken meG
Can easy wi' a single wordieG
Lowse hell upon meG
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But I gae mad at their grimacesH
Their sighin' cantin' grace proud facesI
Their three mile prayers and hauf mile gracesH
Their raxin' conscienceJ
Whase greed revenge an' pride disgracesJ
Waur nor their nonsenseJ
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There's Gaun miska't waur than a beastG
Wha has mair honour in his breastG
Than mony scores as guid's the priestG
Wha sae abus't himK
An' may a bard no crack his jestG
What way they've use't himK
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See him the poor man's friend in needG
The gentleman in word an' deedG
An' shall his fame an' honour bleedG
By worthless skellumsJ
An' not a muse erect her headG
To cowe the blellumsJ
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O Pope had I thy satire's dartsJ
To gie the rascals their desertsJ
I'd rip their rotten hollow heartsJ
An' tell aloudG
Their jugglin' hocus pocus artsJ
To cheat the crowdG
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God knows I'm no the thing I shou'd beG
Nor am I even the thing I cou'd beG
But twenty times I rather wou'd beG
An atheist cleanL
Than under gospel colours hid beG
Just for a screenL
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An honest man may like a glassJ
An honest man may like a lassJ
But mean revenge an' malice fauseJ
He'll still disdainM
An' then cry zeal for gospel lawsJ
Like some we kenN
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They take religion in their mouthO
They talk o' mercy grace an' truthP
For what to gie their malice skouthP
On some puir wightG
An' hunt him down o'er right an' ruthP
To ruin straightG
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All hail Religion maid divineQ
Pardon a muse sae mean as mineQ
Who in her rough imperfect lineQ
Thus daurs to name theeP
To stigmatize false friends of thineQ
Can ne'er defame theeP
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Tho' blotch'd an' foul wi' mony a stainM
An' far unworthy of thy trainM
With trembling voice I tune my strainM
To join with thoseJ
Who boldly daur thy cause maintainM
In spite o' foesJ
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In spite o' crowds in spite o' mobsJ
In spite of undermining jobsJ
In spite o' dark banditti stabsJ
At worth an' meritG
By scoundrels even wi' holy robesJ
But hellish spiritG
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O Ayr my dear my native groundG
Within thy presbyterial boundG
A candid lib'ral band is foundG
Of public teachersJ
As men as Christians too renown'dG
An' manly preachersJ
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Sir in that circle you are nam'dG
Sir in that circle you are fam'dG
An' some by whom your doctrine's blam'dG
Which gies you honourD
Even Sir by them your heart's esteem'dG
An' winning mannerD
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Pardon this freedom I have ta'enN
An' if impertinent I've beenR
Impute it not good Sir in aneM
Whase heart ne'er wrang'd yeP
But to his utmost would befriendG
Ought that belang'd yeP

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