The Sair Stroke Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACBDBDBBBBDBDBEFEF FGFGFHFIJFJFKEDLMDMD EFEFNJNJBBBBBB| O waly waly my bonnie crew | A |
| Gin ye maun bumpit be | B |
| And waly waly my Stroke sae true | A |
| Ye leuk unpleasauntlie | C |
| O hae ye suppit the sad sherrie | B |
| That gars the wind gae soon | D |
| Or hae ye pud o' the braw bird's e'e | B |
| Ye be sae stricken doun | D |
| I hae na suppit the sad sherrie | B |
| For a' my heart is sair | B |
| For Keiller's still i' the bonnie Dundee | B |
| And his is halesome fare | B |
| But I hae slain our gude Captain | D |
| That c'uld baith shout and sweer | B |
| And ither twain put out o' pain | D |
| The Scribe and Treasurere | B |
| There's ane lies stark by the meadow gate | E |
| And twa by the black black brig | F |
| And waefu' waefu' was the fate | E |
| That gar'd them there to lig | F |
| They waked us soon they warked us lang | F |
| Wearily did we greet | G |
| 'Should he abrade' was a' our sang | F |
| Our food but butcher's meat | G |
| We hadna train'd but ower a week | F |
| A week but barely twa | H |
| Three sonsie steeds they fared to seek | F |
| That mightna gar them fa' | I |
| They 've ta'en us ower the lang lang coorse | J |
| And wow but it was wark | F |
| And ilka coach he sware him hoorse | J |
| That ilka man s'uld hark | F |
| Then upped and spake our pawkie bow | K |
| O but he wasna late | E |
| 'Now who shall gar them cry Enow | D |
| That gang this fearsome gate ' | L |
| Syne he has ta'en his boatin' cap | M |
| And cast the keevils in | D |
| And wha but me to gae God hap | M |
| And stay our Captain's din | D |
| I stayed his din by the meadow gate | E |
| His feres' by Nuneham brig | F |
| And waefu' waefu' was the fate | E |
| That gar'd them there to lig | F |
| O waly to the welkin's top | N |
| And waly round the braes | J |
| And waly all about the shop | N |
| To use a Southron phrase | J |
| Rede ither crews be debonair | B |
| But we 've a weird to dree | B |
| I wis we maun be bumpit sair | B |
| By boaties two and three | B |
| Sing stretchers of yew for our Toggere | B |
| Sith we maun bumpit be | B |
Sir Arthur Quiller-couch
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