The Lost Licht (a Perthshire Legend) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The weary weary days gang by	A
The weary nichts they fa'	B
I mauna rest I canna lie	A
Since my ain bairn's awa'	C
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The soughing o' the springtide breeze	D
Abune her heid blaws sweet	E
There's nests amang the kirkyaird trees	D
And gowans at her feet	E
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She gae'd awa' when winds were hie	F
When the deein' year was cauld	E
An noo the young year seems to me	G
A waur ane nor the auld	E
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And bedded 'twixt the nicht an' day	E
Yest're'en I couldna bide	E
For thinkin' thinkin' as I lay	E
O' the wean that lies outside	E
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O mickle licht to me was gie'n	H
To reach my bairn's abode	E
But heaven micht blast a mither's een	H
And her feet wad find the road	E
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The kirkyaird loan alang the brae	E
Was choked wi' brier and whin	H
A' i' the dark the stanes were grey	E
As wraiths when I gae'd in	H
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The wind cried frae the western airt	E
Like warlock tongues at strife	B
But the hand o' fear hauds aff the he'rt	E
That's lost its care for life	B
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I sat me lang upon the green	H
A stanethraw frae the kirk	I
And syne a licht shone dim between	H
The shaws o' yew and birk	I
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'Twas na the wildfire's flame that played	E
Alang the kirkyaird land	E
It was a band o' bairns that gae'd	E
Wi' lichts in till their hand	E
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O white they cam' yon babie thrang	I
A' silent o'er the sod	E
Ye couldna hear their feet amang	I
The graves sae saft they trod	E
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And aye the can'les flickered pale	J
Below the darkened sky	I
But the licht was like a broken trail	J
When the third wee bairn gae'd by	I
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For whaur the can'le flame should be	G
Was naither blink nor shine	H
The bairnie turned its face to me	G
An' I kent that it was mine	H
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An' O my broken he'rt was sair	E
I cried My ain my doo'	E
For a' thae weans the licht burns fair	E
But it winna' burn for you	K
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She smiled to me my little Jean	H
Said she The dule and pain	H
O mither frae your waefu' een	H
They strike on me again	H
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For ither babes the flame leaps bricht	E
And fair and braw appears	L
But I canna keep my bonnie licht	E
For it's droukit wi' your tears	M
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There blew across my outstreeked hand	E
The white mist o' her sark	I
But I couldna reach yon babie band	E
For it faded i' the dark	I
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My ain my dear your licht shall burn	H
Although my een grow blind	E
Although they twa to saut should turn	H
Wi' the tears that lie behind	E
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O Jeanie on my bended knee	H
I'll pray I may forget	E
My grief is a' that's left to me	H
But there's something dearer yet	E

Violet Jacob

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