The Twa Jocks Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCBA DDBBAA EEFFBA EEEGBA BBFFBA HHIIBA| Says Bauldy MacGreegor frae Gleska tae Hecky MacCrimmon frae Skye | A |
| That's whit I hate maist aboot fechtin' it makes ye sae deevilish dry | B |
| Noo jist hae a keek at yon ferm hoose them Gairmans are poundin' sae fine | C |
| Weel think o' it doon in the dunnie there's bottles and bottles o' wine | C |
| A' hell's fairly belchin' oot yonner but oh lad I'm ettlin' tae try | B |
| If it's poose she'll be with ye whateffer says Hecky MacCrimmon frae Skye | A |
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| Says Bauldy MacGreegor frae Gleska Whit price fur a funeral wreath | D |
| We're dodgin' a' kinds o' destruction an' jist by the skin o' oor teeth | D |
| Here spread yersel oot on yer belly and slither along in the glaur | B |
| Confoond ye ye big Hielan' deevil Ye don't realize there's a war | B |
| Ye think that ye're back in Dunvegan and herdin' the wee bits o' kye | A |
| She'll neffer trink wine in Dunfegan says Hecky MacCrimmon frae Skye | A |
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| Says Bauldy MacGreegor frae Gleska Thank goodness the ferm hoose at last | E |
| There's no muckle left but the cellar an' even that's vanishin' fast | E |
| Look oot there's the corpse o' a wumman sair mangelt and deid by her lane | F |
| Quick Strike a match Whit did I tell ye A hale bonny box o' shampane | F |
| Jist knock the heid aff o' a bottle Haud on mon I'm hearing a cry | B |
| She'll think it's a wean that wass greetin' says Hecky MacCrimmon frae Skye | A |
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| Says Bauldy MacGreegor frae Gleska quot Ma conscience I'm hanged but yer richt | E |
| It's yin o' thae waifs of the war field a' sobbin' and shakin' wi' fricht | E |
| Wheesht noo dear we're no gaun tae hurt ye We're takin' ye hame my wee doo | E |
| We've got tae get back wi' her Hecky Whit mercy we didna get fou | G |
| We'll no touch a drap o' that likker that's hard man ye canna deny | B |
| It's the last thing she'll think o' denyin' says Hecky MacCrimmon frae Skye | A |
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| Says Bauldy MacGreegor frae Gleska If I should get struck frae the rear | B |
| Ye'll tak' and ye'll shield the wee lassie and rin for the lines like a deer | B |
| God Wis that the breenge o' a bullet I'm thinkin' it's cracket ma spine | F |
| I'm doon on ma knees in the glabber I'm fearin' auld man I've got mine | F |
| Here quick Pit yer erms roon the lassie Noo rin lad good luck and good by | B |
| Hoots mon it's ye baith she'll be takin' says Hecky MacCrimmon frae Skye | A |
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| Says Corporal Muckle frae Rannoch Is that no' a picture tae frame | H |
| Twa sair woundit Jocks wi' a lassie jist like ma wee Jeannie at hame | H |
| We're prood o' ye baith ma brave heroes We'll gie ye a medal I think | I |
| Says Bauldy MacGreegor frae Gleska I'd raither ye gied me a drink | I |
| I'll no speak for Private MacCrimmon but oh mon I'm perishin' dry | B |
| She'll wush that Loch Lefen wass whuskey says Hecky MacCrimmon frae Skye | A |
Robert Service
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