Jeemsie Miller Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABCCCB DDDEFFFE GGGHIIJK LLLMNNNM LLLLMMML OMPLLLLL OOOQRRRQ MMMLLLLL MMMELLLE GGGELLLE| There's some that mak' themsels a name | A |
| Wi' preachin' business or a game | A |
| There's some wi' drink hae gotten fame | A |
| And some wi' siller | B |
| I kent a man got glory cheap | C |
| For nane frae him their een could keep | C |
| Losh he was shapit like a neep | C |
| Was Jeemsie Miller | B |
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| When he gaed drivin' doon the street | D |
| Wi' cairt an' sheltie a' complete | D |
| The plankie whaur he had his seat | D |
| Was bent near double | E |
| And gin yon wood had na been strang | F |
| It hadna held oor Jeemsie lang | F |
| He had been landit wi' a bang | F |
| And there'd been trouble | E |
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| Ye could but mind to see his face | G |
| The reid mune glowerin' on the place | G |
| Nae man had e'er sic muckle space | G |
| To haud his bonnet | H |
| An owre yon bonnet on his brow | I |
| Set cockit up owre Jeemsie's pow | I |
| There waggit reid as lichtit tow | J |
| The toorie on it | K |
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| And Jeemsie's poke was brawly lined | L |
| There wasna mony couldna' find | L |
| His cantie hoosie i' the wynd | L |
| The Salutation | M |
| For there ye'd get wi' sang and clink | N |
| What some ca'd comfort wi' a wink | N |
| And some that didna care for drink | N |
| Wad ca' damnation | M |
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| But dinna think altho' he made | L |
| Sae grand a profit o' his trade | L |
| An' muckle i' the bank had laid | L |
| He wadna spare o't | L |
| For happit whaur it wasna seen | M |
| He'd aye a dram in his machine | M |
| An' never did he meet a freen' | M |
| But got a share o't | L |
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| Ae day he let the sheltie fa' | O |
| Whisht sirs he wasna' fou na na | M |
| A wee thing pleasant that was a' | P |
| An' drivin' canny | L |
| Fegs he cam' hurlin' owre the front | L |
| An' struck the road wi' sic a dunt | L |
| Ye'd thocht the causey got the brunt | L |
| And no the mannie | L |
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| Aweel it was his hin'most drive | O |
| Aifter yon clour he couldna thrive | O |
| For twa pairts deid an' ane alive | O |
| His billies foond him | Q |
| And bedded then puir Jeemsie lay | R |
| And a' the nicht and a' the day | R |
| Relations cam' to greet an' pray | R |
| An' gaither roond him | Q |
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| Said Jeemsie Cousins gie's a pen | M |
| Awa' an' bring the writer ben | M |
| What I hae spent wi' sinfu' men | M |
| I weel regret it | L |
| In daith I'm sweir to be disgrac't | L |
| I've plenty left forby my waste | L |
| An them that I've negleckit maist | L |
| It's them'll get it | L |
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| It was a sicht to see them rin | M |
| To save him frae the sense o' sin | M |
| Fu' sune they got the writer in | M |
| His mind to settle | E |
| And O their loss sae sair they felt it | L |
| To a' the toon wi' tears they tell't it | L |
| Their dule for Jeemsie wad hae meltit | L |
| A he'rt o' metal | E |
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| Puir Jeemsie dee'd In a' their braws | G |
| The faim'ly cam' as black as craws | G |
| Men wifes an' weans wi' their mamas | G |
| That scarce could toddle | E |
| They grat an' they had cause to greet | L |
| The wull was read that garred them meet | L |
| The U P Kirk just up the street | L |
| Got ilka bodle | E |
Violet Jacob
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