The Market-wife's Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDE FFCGE AAAHIE CCAGE AAAAE JKLDE FFF E AAADE AAMNE OOPADE| The butter an' the cheese weel stowit they be | A |
| I sit on the hen coop the eggs on my knee | A |
| The lang kail jigs as we jog owre the rigs | B |
| The gray mare's tail it wags wi' the kail | C |
| The warm simmer sky is blue aboon a' | D |
| An' whiddie whuddie whaddie gang the auld wheels twa | E |
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| I sit on the coop I look straight before | F |
| But my heart it is awa' the braid ocean owre | F |
| I see the bluidy fiel' where my ain bonny chiel' | C |
| My wee bairn o' a' gaed to fight or to fa' | G |
| An' whiddie whuddie whaddie gang the auld wheels twa | E |
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| I see the gran' toun o' the big forrin' loun | A |
| I hear the cannon soun' I see the reek aboon | A |
| It may be lang John lettin' aff his gun | A |
| It may be the mist your mither disna wist | H |
| It may be the kirk it may be the ha' | I |
| An' whiddie whuddie whaddie gang the auld wheels twa | E |
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| An' I ken the Black Sea ayont the rock o' dool | C |
| Like a muckle blot o' ink in a buik fra' the schule | C |
| An' Jock it gars me min' o' your buikies lang syne | A |
| An' mindin' o' it a' the tears begin to fa' | G |
| An' whiddie whuddie whaddie gang the old wheels twa | E |
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| Then a bull roars fra' the scaur ilka rock's a bull agen | A |
| An' I hear the trump o' war an' the carse is fu' o' men | A |
| Up an' doun the morn I ken the bugle horn | A |
| Ilka birdie sma' is a fleein' cannon ba' | A |
| An' whiddie whuddie whaddie gang the auld wheels twa | E |
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| Guid Heavens the Russian host We maun e'en gie up for lost | J |
| Gin ye gain the battle hae ye countit a' the cost | K |
| Ye may win a gran' name but wad wee Jock come hame | L |
| Dinna fecht dinna fecht there's room for us a' | D |
| An' whiddie whuddie whaddie gang the auld wheels twa | E |
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| In vain in vain in vain They are marchin' near and far | F |
| Wi' swords an' wi' slings an' wi' instruments o' war | F |
| Oh day sae dark an' sair ilka man seven feet an' mair | F |
| I bow my head an' say 'Gin the Lord wad smite them a' ' | - |
| An' whiddie whuddie whaddie gang the auld wheels twa | E |
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| Then forth fra' their ban' there steps an armed man | A |
| His tairge at his breast an' his claymore in his han' | A |
| His gowd pow glitters fine an' his shadow fa's behin' | A |
| I think o' great Goliath as he stan's before them a' | D |
| An' whiddie whuddie whaddie gang the auld wheels twa | E |
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| To meet the Philistine leaps a laddie fra' our line | A |
| Oh my heart oh my heart 'tis that wee lad o' mine | A |
| I start to my legs an' doun fa' the eggs | M |
| The cocks an' hens a' they cackle an' they ca' | N |
| An' whiddie whuddie whaddie gang the auld wheels twa | E |
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| Oh Jock my Hielan' lad oh Jock my Hielan' lad | O |
| Never till I saw thee that moment was I glad | O |
| Aye sooner sud thou dee before thy mither's ee' | P |
| Than a man o' the clan sud hae stept out but thee | A |
| An' sae I cry to God while the hens cackle a' | D |
| An' whiddie whuddie whaddie gang the auld wheels twa | E |
Sydney Thompson Dobell
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