To Charles Baxter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAAAA AAAAAA CCCDEF AAAAAA AAGAAA AAAHAH AAAAAA IIIAIA AAAAAA AAAAAA JJJCJC AAACAC JJJAJA

OUR Johnie's deid The mair's the pityA
He's deid an' deid o' Aqua vitaeB
O Embro' you're a shrunken cityA
Noo Johnie's deidA
Tak hands an' sing a burial dittyA
Ower Johnie's heidA
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To see him was baith drink an' meatA
Gaun linkin' glegly up the streetA
He but to rin or tak a seatA
The wee bit bodyA
Bein' aye unsicken on his feetA
Wi' whusky toddyA
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To be aye tosh was Johnie's whimC
There's nane was better teut than himC
Though whiles his gravit knot wad clim'C
Ahint his earD
An' whiles he'd buttons oot or inE
The less ae mairF
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His hair a' lang about his breeA
His tap lip lang by inches threeA
A slockened sort 'mon ' to preeA
A' sensualityA
A droutly glint was in his e'eA
An' personalityA
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An' day an' nicht frae daw to dawA
Dink an' perjink an' doucely brawA
Wi' a kind o' Gospel ower a'G
May or OctoberA
Like Peden followin' the LawA
An' no that soberA
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Whusky an' he were pack thegetherA
Whate'er the hour whate'er the weatherA
John kept himsel' wi' mistened leatherA
An' kindled spunkH
Wi' him there was nae askin' whetherA
John was aye drunkH
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The auncient heroes gash an' bauldA
In the uncanny days of auldA
The task ance fo u nd to which th'were calledA
Stack stenchly to itA
His life sic noble lives recalledA
Little's he knew itA
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Single an' straucht he went his wayI
He kept the faith an' played the playI
Whusky an' he were man an' mayI
Whate'er betidedA
Bonny in life in death this twaeI
Were no' dividedA
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An' wow but John was unco sportA
Whiles he wad smile about the CourtA
Malvolio like whiles snore an' snortA
Was heard afarA
The idle winter lads' resortA
Was aye John's barA
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What's merely humorous or bonnyA
The Worl' regairds wi' cauld astonyA
Drunk men tak' aye mair place than onyA
An' sae ye seeA
The gate was aye ower thrang for JohnieA
Or you an' meA
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John micht hae jingled cap an' bellsJ
Been a braw fule in silks an' pellsJ
In ane o' the auld worl's canty hellsJ
Paris or SodomC
I wadnae had him naething elseJ
But Johnie AdamC
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He suffered as have a' that wanA
Eternal memory frae manA
Since e'er the weary worl' beganA
Mister or MadamC
Keats or Scots Burns the Spanish DonA
Or Johnie AdamC
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We leuch an' Johnie deid An' fegsJ
Hoo he had keept his stoiterin' legsJ
Sae lang's he did's a fact that begsJ
An explanationA
He stachers fifty years syne plegsJ
To's destinationA

Robert Louis Stevenson



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