The Bour-tree Den Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCBB CDCD EDED FFGG CCHH IJKKEEEE LLKKBBMM KKCC HHNN OOCCBBPP HHQQBBBB CCBB BBCCKKRR RRKK CCKK SSKK CCKK BBKK| CLINKUM CLANK in the rain they ride | A |
| Down by the braes and the grey sea side | A |
| Clinkum clank by stane and cairn | B |
| Weary fa' their horse shoe airn | B |
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| Loud on the causey saft on the sand | C |
| Round they rade by the tail of the land | C |
| Round and up by the Bour Tree Den | B |
| Weary fa' the red coat men | B |
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| Aft hae I gane where they hae rade | C |
| And straigled in the gowden brooms | D |
| Aft hae I gane a saikless maid | C |
| And O sae bonny as the bour tree blooms | D |
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| Wi' swords and guns they wanton there | E |
| Wi' red red coats and braw braw plumes | D |
| But I gaed wi' my gowden hair | E |
| And O sae bonny as the bour tree blooms | D |
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| I ran a little hempie lass | F |
| In the sand and the bent grass | F |
| Or took and kilted my small coats | G |
| To play in the beached fisher boats | G |
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| I waded deep and I ran fast | C |
| I was as lean as a lugger's mast | C |
| I was as brown as a fisher's creel | H |
| And I liked my life unco weel | H |
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| They blew a trumpet at the cross | I |
| Some forty men both foot and horse | J |
| A'body cam to hear and see | K |
| And wha among the rest but me | K |
| My lips were saut wi' the saut air | E |
| My face was brown my feet were bare | E |
| The wind had ravelled my tautit hair | E |
| And I thought shame to be standing there | E |
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| Ae man there in the thick of the throng | L |
| Sat in his saddle straight and strong | L |
| I looked at him and he at me | K |
| And he was a master man to see | K |
| And who is this yin and who is yon | B |
| That has the bonny lendings on | B |
| That sits and looks sae braw and crouse | M |
| Mister Frank o' the Big House | M |
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| I gaed my lane beside the sea | K |
| The wind it blew in bush and tree | K |
| The wind blew in bush and bent | C |
| Muckle I saw and muckle kent | C |
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| Between the beach and the sea hill | H |
| I sat my lane and grat my fill | H |
| I was sae clarty and hard and dark | N |
| And like the kye in the cow park | N |
| - | |
| There fell a battle far in the north | O |
| The evil news gaed back and forth | O |
| And back and forth by brae and bent | C |
| Hider and hunter cam and went | C |
| The hunter clattered horse shoe airn | B |
| By causey crest and hill top cairn | B |
| The hider in by shag and shench | P |
| Crept on his wame and little lench | P |
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| The eastland wind blew shrill and snell | H |
| The stars arose the gloaming fell | H |
| The firelight shone in window and door | Q |
| When Mr Frank cam here to shore | Q |
| He hirpled up by the links and the lane | B |
| And chappit laigh in the back door stane | B |
| My faither gaed and up wi' his han' | B |
| Is this Mr Frank or a beggarman | B |
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| I have mistrysted sair he said | C |
| But let me into fire and bed | C |
| Let me in for auld lang syne | B |
| And give me a dram of the brandy wine | B |
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| They hid him in the Bour Tree Den | B |
| And I thought it strange to gang my lane | B |
| I thought it strange I thought it sweet | C |
| To gang there on my naked feet | C |
| In the mirk night when the boats were at sea | K |
| I passed the burn abune the knee | K |
| In the mirk night when the folks were asleep | R |
| I had a tryst in the den to keep | R |
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| Late and air' when the folks were asleep | R |
| I had a tryst a tryst to keep | R |
| I had a lad that lippened to me | K |
| And bour tree blossom is fair to see | K |
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| O' the bour tree leaves I busked his bed | C |
| The mune was siller the dawn was red | C |
| Was nae man there but him and me | K |
| And bour tree blossom is fair to see | K |
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| Unco weather hae we been through | S |
| The mune glowered and the wind blew | S |
| And the rain it rained on him and me | K |
| And bour tree blossom is fair to see | K |
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| Dwelling his lane but house or hauld | C |
| Aft he was wet and aft was cauld | C |
| I warmed him wi' my briest and knee | K |
| And bour tree blossom is fair to see | K |
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| There was nae voice of beast ae man | B |
| But the tree soughed and the burn ran | B |
| And we heard the ae voice of the sea | K |
| Bour tree blossom is fair to see | K |
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